At Day’s End

William Baziotes

William Baziotes

At day’s end
the light takes on
that smokey blue haze
that is so easy on the eyes
but when it runs its course
dusky light goes purple
the sea & land bend
into a shadow

Here There
the lights appear
in darkening windows
where weary workers feast
on last Sunday’s left`overs
too worn`out to notice
evening’s beauty
spun of silver

The human heart
cannot contain epiphany
nor has it the will to hold to it
as soft sand slips through fingers
so too time trickles the hourglass
all our lives’ might`have`beens
lost now in the what`is
at day’s end

‘Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made’ ~ Robert Browning


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to At Day’s End

  1. Maureen says:

    love the quote


  2. SalvaVenia says:

    What is soul and what is heart and what is mind? And which of those controls epiphany?

    Well, may be the following might give a clue:

    Soul-Questions: Goethe’s: „Über allen Wipfel ist Ruh“.

    So that not all our lives might have beens at days’s end. :)

    Wishing you everything well and enjoying your poetry,


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