An Evening Contemplation

This day has been gentle to me.

It has rolled me over its palm

And let me slip into the pool of night.

 

The sun has been tender

And has warmed haystacks and cattle;

The Farmer’s hand smoothes their backs.

 

All has been well today.

Sweet air turns bodies to moss and

Curls them in the bowl of a dell,

 

Until cool dawn arrives

With two fingers resting on her cheek.

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