Sabbath Evening

 Brian Ruten

 Brian Ruten

in the autumn
a soft evening
will grace us

A pale light
will then filter
thu the amber
autumn woods

All then turns
museum`still as
tho nature holds
its bated breath

We listen as if
at the bed`side of
an expiring friend
for an exhalation

Relieved when
a slight breeze
stirs and a leaf
quivering falls

“A bird the size
of a leaf fills
the whole lucid
evening with
his note, and flies.” ~ Wendell Berry


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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4 Responses to Sabbath Evening

  1. your delicate touch, never better


  2. beautiful – captures the moment


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