Eventide

These days I

Walk and reflect

And listen and
Scent the breeze

Birds call in the

Dark washing across

The land my page

Mosquitoes rising

Sunlight spilled

Away.

I walk on the

Past to the

Futured horizon

Present billowing

Within and

About.

It's calm,

Still port in a

Wide raging sea

That surges forth

Subsides again

To burst free.