dovecotes emit oblique octaves
as corn-yellow sun settles down
among lavender raiment of sky
plaintive lyrics of homing at close
of the wearying day carried high
inside soughs of domestic retreat
over pole-barns and stables where
livestock relax into reverence and
farmhouse beds settle in prayers
every day is a blessing of labors to
gratify yearnings of body and soul
what the minor key birdsong of
psalms understands even better
than voices of husbands and wives
caught up worrying work yet undone
From my books Bohemian Scents and Legacies (vol. 1)
It remains my favorite hour/service of the day, and you paint it a lovely peaceful hue . . .
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glad you enjoyed it, my friend
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Awesome painting, and even more amazing the poem Paul! God bless my brother!
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thank you most sincerely, Wendell – blessings returned in kind
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Beautiful piece Paul. One of my favorites of yours so far, if that’s even possible. 🙂
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aww – that’s very sweet of you to say, penny
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love evening also – I could almost do a painting from this poem…
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thanks dearly, Maureen – poetry is as close as I can come to painting
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but you do it so well…
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It is a June evening as I reply. This quiet time of day brings me peace any season as does your lovely poem. Thanks, Paul.
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too early for crickets, but these evenings are filled with the sound of peepers
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