By Pamela Hammond
A honey haze spreads
over a hill where
ravines invite dreams
in blue shadows.
Worries melt away
in twilight like fire
losing its flame
to a curl of smoke.
Tall trees link together—
a grove. I find comfort
watching the shift of light.
And tonight, rustling
bird wings heard in flight,
tree to tree.
Mournful calls reach out,
touch leaves
as they fall.
Category: Poetry