Towards the Evening | Dinka Bednjacic
Towards the evening
even the wind winds down
At the end of the Court
mini pine forest ablaze- at sunset
Sky master flaunts
brilliant fusion of colours
on open canvass
Clouds paint heavenly scenes
And if you close your eyes for a moment
they vanish into- emptiness
Towards the evening
fragile twigs fall from trees- weightlessly
Autumn leaves settle on moist earth
Birds become restless,
unsettled- like human hearts
As you walk, you tend to turn back and check
who is following on the same path as you
Nothing is clear like in sunlit hours
tension seems to linger
inside the chest, under sparse dim light
Thoughts wrestle, hurried like birds
searching for a place to slumber
Towards the evening
our reasoning wavers,
doubts sneak in, though
I will never admit I fear of being old
Now when my vision gets blurry
when I walk awfully slow,
and each bone in my body aches
I fear not of what night might bring-
but sad I will be
If I can not
see Martha in her garden- whispering
to last flowering rose
Leaning on a cane
Watching a teenager flying down the street
on a skateboard, racing for time
Careless- fearless
And a boy still attached
to his mothers thigh
gazing in wonderment
How sad I will be not to see another Fall
Marvel at flaming maple leaves,
walk on emerald lawns
covered in dew
Witness another day
one more sunset
And a chance to wait-
for wintertime to arrive
