Twilight At Tenney Park Poem by Leslie Schultz

Twilight At Tenney Park



When mallards tuck their green heads
beneath their wings to make their beds,
the willow's green and mournful arc
holds itself against the dark
resisting, as a reed will bend
before the wind, the twilight's end.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem in 1982 while living on the shore of Lake Mendota in Madison, Wisconsin. It was a time of my life when I didn't know where my life would take me but that didn't matter: everything I looked at sang with its own beauty and sadness. It astonishes me that this continues to the dominant reality of my life.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Fowler 11 June 2013

Lovely poem; can just picture sitting beside the lake taking in this scene.

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