Still Life With Muted Evening Poem by Patti Masterman
Still Life With Muted Evening
Wander a new land, one never known
Traces of prints dusted by snow,
Stones awaiting the gilded grace of evening
(the company of others; diverse things- for what?)
But wanted silence, the muted evening.
Night, the best of wakefulness
Craving the peace, of other stars afar.
Being here, tonight; the entrained thoughts
(what was mind, what led us upward?)
The edge of snow, the path bordering mountains.
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4/18/2024 6:52:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mountains are indeed hopeful...an upward path warms the soul in spite of snow....the peace reigns here and all words point there.....well done most blessed poet.