Eve On The Hill


Hill to hill
The sun is setting
Orange and yellow
Of the Oregon sky

Last remnants
Of a stray cloud
Last reflections
Of watery fields

The line of pines
Defining the boundary
To a faster pace of life
A crowded valley below

Porch lights
Decorating the landscape
Flickers though the trees
Wonders of what is.

Goats blending in the field
White to grey
Grey to black
Animals seek shelter

The evening comes
The day is tired
The moon takes guard
The sun sleeps low

What dreams may come
And replace our reality
That won't hide in shadow
Come the morning sun

Rest in peace
In the silence of the night
Take joy in tomorrow
In chances and open doors

(©Brian David Smith 1/17/2000)

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