The evening view—
a massive bank of green leaves
cast with a western glow from setting sun
Quite different from the morning
rise, where shadows between branches
hold the promise of soon-to-be
brightness Now east-side shadows
carry the dark and let it grow, waxing
Like the coming night, like the
deepening green into black—
so, too, my earthly cares plunge
I become the darkness, the silence
in the absence of all color Yearning
ever homeward to that eternal night
where stillness erases all, where
pain and concern evaporate and
peace expands infinitely
Yet hoping, dreading a new day—
when every detail of this living, like a
myriad of leaves, is once again exposed
by the spinning of the earth around
the sun to galling light