How remarkable
the smell of leaves
and the fading light
early
a glimpse of salmon and gold
on the crown of the headland
The lamps come on quickly
we haven’t a clue
about real darkness
or the richness of silence
It’s cooling off
a day that was so blissfully warm
crunching of brittle leaves underfoot
redolent
I’m making fish and mash for supper
and I won’t forget your peas
or the way, later,
I’ll find my place in the crook of your arm
far from the loose wind of out there.
.
PBSweeney October 2005
Poems from the Edge of the Continent 
Sweet and lovely. Makes one yearn for peace and a warm spot in the crook of an arm 🙂
That is very gentle. It flows nicely and is very vivid. I like it.
Austin
Lovely lovely poem.
I didn’t enjoy it at all.
Thanks to all who left such nice comments – I appreciate it very much. And to you Oly I send my prayers and best wishes for happiness you may enjoy.
how come i can’t copy it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!