I lie in bed and watch afternoon
move into the evening –
long shadows stretching beyond
the hedge line in the fields behind
the garden littered with autumn –
bare branches shivering in the breeze,
coaxing in the birds and their feathers
to keep themselves warm in the frigid winter –
still, hints of spring remain in the roses
trying to bloom, or summer in the golden light
shimmering across the drops of evening dew.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay
