(Painting above by the author below)
AUTUMN DUSK
Stuttering winds blow across
Clouds tinted by the failing sun.
Brittle air softens,
Now a faded blue–
Shade of an old man’s watery eyes.
A late flock of Sandhill cranes lift off,
Pale bodies blending in the
Twilight with legs
Flowing dark streamers,
Their celestial cries fall to
Earth–
A harsh, chiding rain.
The trees in the valley
Are massed in darkness
As waning light leaches
Color from nature,
Creeps from field to hillock
And all below prepares for the
Rising of the Corn Moon.
Even frogs in the pond
Listen between croaks
For the intention of the night.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017-2019
Tags: Autumn Dusk, poetry, watercolor of dusk
Lady Nyo's Weblog 
September 16, 2019 at 2:13 am
I love your painting! Which came first? The poem reflects its mood well. Or vice versa.
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September 16, 2019 at 2:01 pm
You know what, Judy? I can’t remember but I think the painting was a few years before the poem. In any case, thank you so much for reading and your comment. It’s one of my favorite poems. I do try to match a poem with a painting….I have so many painting done over the years, especially since 1995 when I went to watercolor from oil. I love wc! so much easier than oils now for me. LOL.
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