Poetrees

Dusk

Crickets rub their wings
on autumns setting sun
wait patiently for moon
to be their echoes drum

birds sing final quartet
feathers haunting strings
night falls as I walk
peaceful streets it brings

wind whirls not a wisp
bubble beyond busy world
elm leaves kissed by yellow
soon dreams shall unfurl

I might stand here forever
hear sweet desert’s call
ungur snake curled up
where river pebbles fall

nice being reminded
captivated by time of dusk
nature brings stillness
on
city path or arid dust

daleallison

08/04/2016

Commercial Road Footscray
there are a streetscape of Elms and yet the poem is also inspired by desert river gums

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