Dusk

Roth Poetry

It was such a beautiful evening, after a very chilly day. I stood on the rise in my back yard looking across into the woods and thought how inspiring the woods becomes at dusk. As the light played on the trees, changes occured right before my eyes. The following poem shares some of my thoughts and feelings.

Dusk… blushes every tall tree with the sun’s glow

Cold December air gently caresses my face

as I stand staring into the darkening woods

Nothing stirs

Birds twitter… huddling together in the cedars

Rabbits burrow down under the blackberry bushes

on a cozy bed of brown leaves

Golden shades turn to gray… then black

the sky dims

Dusk in the woods can be a spiritual experience

As all of God’s creation rests in quiet slumber

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I took this photo with my iPhone this evening, after taking a walk on the gas line…

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