Evening’s Breath

I have breathed in the dust of the evening breeze,
And I am soaked in the light of the setting sun.
Coolness covers my face in the fading warmth,
And I shiver at the blackening of the bleeding sky.

My feet fall on concrete and pass to cooler grass
Of brushing blades. I smell the wafting sleep of eve
As the world settles down and calmly goes to bed.
And it drifts all down soft and subtle in my being -

Levels out the harsher things awakened by the day,
And makes the mess of my soul peaceful in a way.

Featured image: ‘Sunset,’ by Sarah A. Doidge (c. 1890), image in the public domain.

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