Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent trees,
Leaves stilled and breathing faintest whispers on an air
Imbued with lilac grace and petal scents; the meadow leas
Sigh gently through their shadowed loams of camomile
...
The dappled sunbeam plays across her face
And brightly gives the lie to winter chill
Or seeks to cheer her from that darker inner place
Where my love goes to be alone, afraid and still.
...
He sent me some angels, I'll never know why;
I was crippled and broken, just waiting to die,
But they laughed and they danced and they comforted me
And they helped me stand up and let it all be.
...
You held my hand and stood firm by my side
And carried me across the rivers that I've wept
Diminished as I was you gave me back my pride
No truer faith or love a sister ever kept
...
Spring came with amber dawning light and crisp
And waked the mummer from his winter drowse
Hidden in several empty shadowed rooms
From painted wooden stair off cobbled street.
...
Evenlode
Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent trees,
Leaves stilled and breathing faintest whispers on an air
Imbued with lilac grace and petal scents; the meadow leas
Sigh gently through their shadowed loams of camomile
And send their blossom'd hedgerows through the vale where
Bending ancient ways converge upon a distant stile.
Evenlode, venusian gem in deep pale blue above,
Traced round with soft-drawn stillform clouds hued rose on gray,
Tells brightly of a higher calmer natural love
Allowed them at this perfect ending of the day.