Of Late Afternoons - Dec. 4, 2025

Gary Hunter
Dec 4, 2025
1 min read

shade spills its ink over the backyard

goldfish churn the surface of the pond

lipping water for a 5 pm feeding yet to begin

birds bank in on a breeze for a last drink

blue dragonflies linger on darkened lily pads

while I sit behind quiet glass and watch a fan

wave a few hairs on the sleeping dogs

one can write an unspoiled nature poem like

this, but it will be sofa-soft, move quite slowly

and won’t get up to greet you

better to put it in a glass with ice,

lean back, close your eyes and sip slowly

become the day as it slips away

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