SkyWatch Friday: How slowly dark comes down

Ye littles, lie more close!
Make me, O Lord, a last, a simple thing
Time cannot overwhelm.
Once I transcended time:
A bud broke to a rose,
And I rose from a last diminishing.
I look down the far light
And I behold the dark side of a tree
Far down a billowing plain,
And when I look again,
It's lost upon the night --
Night I embrace, a dear proximity.
I stand by a low fire
Counting the wisps of flame, and I watch how
Light shifts upon the wall.
I bid stillness be still.
I see, in evening air,
How slowly dark comes down on what we do.
From In Evening Air by Theodore Roethke
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Reader Comments (2)
Very nice shot.
Regards and best wishes
Really pretty J., I love the Roethke poem with this .The clouds coming up behind the tree line almost look like flames, and the other clouds up higher the smoke. Nice skywatch!!!