Walking at dusk

Twilight has long been my favorite time of day. I love to see how the day winds down into silence. And I particularly like it if I happen to be by a dirt road to walk on. A quiet road. I like how something in me quiets as I walk. It’s good to do in silence, of course, but recently this piece of music came to my attention and I have been walking while listening to it. Though it is is in French and I don’t understand a word of it. Somehow the melody sinks powerfully into me. Sometimes as I am walking and listening to it I feel as though the trees are singing it to me – or that I am singing it to the trees. In any case I recommend it as an evening meditation. Here is a link to the music; “Les Chasson des Roses” by Morten Lauridsen

And here is a poem I wrote about my experience;

A BLESSING FOR THE EVENING LIGHT

So soft as it heads to the horizon

trailing pink gauze and the last

of the birds singing.

It brings a quietness,

makes a ready place

for most wild creatures

to lie down, to be safe.

The most gradual of transitions…

In no hurry, it lingers

offering a softer way of seeing,

a way to rehearse endings.