Towards the evening

Towards the evening

even the wind winds down

At the end of the Court

mini pine forest ablaze – at sunset

Sky master flaunts

brilliant fusion of colours

on open canvass

Clouds paint heavenly scenes

And if you close your eyes for a moment

they vanish into – emptiness

Towards the evening

fragile twigs fall from trees – weightlessly

Autumn leaves settle on moist earth

Birds become restless,

unsettled – like human hearts

As you walk, you tend to turn back and check

who is following on the same path as you

Nothing is clear like in sunlit hours

tension seems to linger

inside the chest, under sparse dim lights

Thoughts wrestle, hurried like birds

searching for a place to slumber

Towards the evening

our reasoning wavers,

doubts sneak in, though

I will never admit I fear of being old

Now when my vision gets blurry,

when I walk awfully slow

and each bone in my my body aches

I fear not of what night might bring –

but sad I will be

if I can not

see Martha in her garden – whispering

to last flowering rose,

leaning on a cane

Watching a teenager flying down the street

on a skateboard, racing for time

Careless – fearless

And a boy still attached

to his mothers thigh

gazing in wonderment

How sad I will be not to see another Fall

Marvel at flaming maple leaves,

walk on emerald lawns, cowered in dew

Witness another day

one more sunset

And a chance to wait –

for wintertime to arrive

(C) Dinka Bednjacic 2019