The business of the day
is almost finished but
the energy allotted
to this day is not yet
spent. A fat bumble bee
still sucks nectar,
even as the flowers droop
into fading sunlight.
A resting rabbit suddenly
races across then lawn,
and then rests again
in a patch of bushes.
The twilight choruses of
song birds have dissolved,
a few solitary birds crease
the sky in fast flight.
Soon they will be huddled
in their feathers and asleep.
No miracles are being performed.
All is as it should be, this night
reflecting last night, all nights
and days reflecting the primal
pattern. My thoughts suspended,
my feelings quiescent, I join
this winding down, this slow drift
into silence, sleep and Night.
As the day comes to a halt, the night slowly casts her spell and we with all nature take our place in sweet slumber, As it should be. Nice poem my friend.
That's it exactly. The half-world at rest in peace. If only those words REST and could describe the waking world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice, daniel. the phrasing and rhythm catch the feel of the winding down at the end of the day. likewise the pictures your provide... if you haven't already caught it, tenth line down, the not then, no? ... i like this. -glen