Vespertine

This entry is part 80 of 92 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2011

 

So yellow, so open now—
as though the evening primroses

had soaked in morning’s heat
and saved it for the darkest
hours of night.

What do they have
to teach me of grasping and letting go?

Even the bee is forced to make its visits
cloaked in the dressing-gown of dusk.
The claw-shaped shadows cross

like weapons; retract, and yet remain.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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6 Replies to “Vespertine”

  1. ‘What do they have
    to teach me of grasping and letting go?’

    Beautiful. I went out this morning and found a patch of them, which brought this back.

    OK if I quote and link?

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