Dusk 2004

soaking up the sun

It’s luminous time
when cats prowl
and lilac glows
and vegetables rest
from a hard day’s growing

It’s luminous time
when rooks stutter
and the zinc coal-hod settles
against warm red brick
behind the rhubarb

It’s that brief spell
when day contracts
to a magical tension
and colours hypnotize
and blossom hangs heavy
with fragrant mystery

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