Still, save the birds chasing in a choir against golden twilight;

Quiescent, save the wind teasing those springy twig on its toe.

Solemn as soldiers, upright bushes, smart and stout,

guarding for the one reads on the bay window.


Monochrome parasol of cloud against sky lazuline,

stretches up miles away by massive summer trees;

Downward recessed dwellings, dive into the green,

playing in the billow like sturdy happy whales;

With winding street, and leggy lampposts, framed in the kitchen

whereby the one swirls with grace.


Cars are slowly approaching,

Trains are reluctantly passing ,

Planes are remotely hovering ,

and at the simmering dinner table for you she is waiting .


The returning footsteps collect

at the house lit up.


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