Eventide In the Woodland
Wind drifts along a river lined with trees
and dances further inland among dew-kissed leaves
in the woods to which I have been led
while meandering off the beach’s trail.
I stand now in a clearing
wanting to dance to the wind’s whisperings
as in the silken twilight, the sun sinks low.
Beneath a cobalt sky now crimson spun,
I twirl and twirl
until the scarlet of the sky starts to recede.
Tall silhouttes surround me.
They are the patterns emerging
as shadows weave the light that lingers
among the woodland’s sheltering trees,
whose limbs are long green arms
reaching up to glorify the God
whose hand now dims the sun.
I see cerise and hear it flutter!
Two cardinals emerge
as the fluttering I heard.
Forest creatues murmur from near
and from afar.
It’s time to quickly head for home.
I watch the red birds glide
into the eventide.
May 10, 2021
For the Nature Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
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