Creeping silently
Soft fingered dusk,
Treads light upon
Moss painted walks.
Cloaking potting
sheds
And greenhouse glass,
Then dulls the sheen
On apples at a pass.
Spreading effortless
Along the rows
Of beans and berries
Cardamom and thyme.
To cool the scented
spoil
Of lawn mowed hay
Where languid tabby’s
Scratch the night
away.
Stepping nimbly
Over lily ponds
Where keen eyed
fishes
Hunted summer flies.
Now in the welcome
shade
From day long heat,
An alabaster dancer
Cools her tired feet.
Copyright© Alan
Gilbert 2012.
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