Spring Dusk, a poem

Spring Dusk

 

The last song of the thrush before nightfall,

The final swings through the sky before swifts eventually settle:

The ensuing silence – if you can find it – as dusk sinks in

And pink clouds vanish into black.

 

These call out, loud as swift screams

To all who have ears:

Open the windows, shut off everything else,

 

Watch the darkness descend and catch the bats first flight;

You are alive now, but might not last the night.

 

 

churchdusk

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About davidjmobrien

Writer, ecologist and teacher

Posted on July 21, 2016, in Ecology, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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