Owen Johnston

Rookie (October 2nd,1977 / Lake City, SC)

Verdant Dusk - Poem by Owen Johnston

In the moonlit haze
Of a late summer's eve
Is this well-worn back road,
Set upon on each side by
Darkest woods that smell of
Live oak and dying pine.
Fog rises from the road in the wake
Of a surprise rain shower.
The green freshness
Of the encroaching woods
Tempts a walk through it -
The soft, dewy grass,
Overhanging trees,
Chirping crickets,
Abandoned buildings -
Remains of civilization,
Returning to nature -
And spiders stringing
Their silky portraits
All invite a stroll
Through this verdant dusk.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012



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