A Reflection on "Eventide
As the pale winter sun drifts towards the horizon, casting its watery light across the room, we find ourselves drawn into the serene and contemplative world of "Eventide." This evocative poem captures the quiet beauty of a winter's evening, where the transition from day to night is mirrored in the soft glow of a crackling fire and the gentle fading of light outside.
"Eventide" invites us to embrace the rhythms of the season, from the warmth of hot soup and long novels to the comforting shadows cast by the hearth. It is a moment of stillness, a time to reflect on the past and dream of the fires of youth, all while wrapped in the cozy embrace of a quilt.
Join us as we explore the delicate interplay of light and shadow, warmth and cold, in this beautifully crafted poem that speaks to the heart of winter's quiet magic.
Eventide
The pale winter sun
drifts to the horizon
slants panes of watery light
across my carpet
I watch the transit reflected
gold bleeds to red flames to orange
in my crackling fire
outside the light now
fading amber to butter
spreading pink to dusk purple the embers
of day cooling to ash
My hearth flames bright
settling winter into my routine:
the rhythms
hot soup
long novels
shadows cast
I dim the lamp
draw close the quilt
drowse
dream the fires of youth