Wind, Evening Silence

Outside the room

Sparrows call out into dusk

Sunset fades, faded far 

To a bluish sky and a silent hush. 

An open window lets the breeze in 

After it rushes through leaves 

Of the pomegranate, eucalyptus, oak

The screen door slides open, slams shut 

Birdsong in the trees. 

Shhhhhh – can you hear it?

Traffic sounds far away, but up close

It lulls back and forth with the wind

Push, pull, the perishable ambience

Of this evening’s silence.

There is work to do

And it waits 

But there will never be another moment

Quite like this. 

Nightfall, autumn

The end 

The day’s time has spilled to

The other side of the hourglass

Rest, at last.