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Alan Lomas Poem
As deep stillness fills the evening air
Whispering leaves stirred by wind’s caress
The lowering sun gilds your auburn hair
The garden quietening now before night’s rest
Whispering leaves stirred by wind’s caress
The blackbird showers mellifluous his trill
The garden quietening now before night’s rest
You’re with me now and now my heart is still.
The blackbird showers mellifluous his trill
Joy rises in me like a quiet tide
You’re with me now and now my heart is still.
Could now be forever, this evening by your side.
Joy rises in me like a quiet tide
The lowering sun gilds your auburn hair
Could now be forever, this evening by your side.
As deep stillness fills the evening air.
Copyright © Alan Lomas | Year Posted 2021
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Alan Lomas Poem
Hottest and driest Spring. It’s getting real:
dry soil’s already dust – it’s only June.
Unease alone seeps, our dry souls feel
damp fear. However this all ends, it’s soon.
But not today. Look round! The sky cloud-wisped,
deep-shaded hedge, shadows of Shropshire hills.
Listen! The soft, assuaging trees whisper
“the world is old beyond imagining.
Be still”.
Copyright © Alan Lomas | Year Posted 2026
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