Evening in Marcola

The sun goes down without coloring,

as confident as it came up,

its gold still shimmering

as shadows rise in the grass,

gracing the underwings of evening birds

and whole bodies

of myriad insects

The hills behind which it dips

are already somber,

the fields are hastening

to join the visual hush

the air cools quickly

when the sun retires,

bird song continues

on into the dusk.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 2, 2015