At Sunset

There's work 

and then there's

poetry

There's work to make a home

takes daylight labor to please household gods

When birds sing at sunset

Persephone is near

She drives the fuse that impels pea flowers

ever higher

As dusk falls and bedtime slippers hit the floor

Athena's owl hunts in long shadows from the sun

Refreshed memories rekindle feeling

Fast fading fiery ribbons cloud the sky

weighed down by descending night

Twilight lingers longer a few days more

bathing in the fragrance of cool evening scents

then Summer will be here

and Spring

will fade away

again.

  Dick Russell

       (C) 

June 19th 2022