LATE LIGHT AT DUSK poem

Late Light at Dusk

Cloudy streaks. Layers of colour
stacked
one upon another
herald evening smiles. Survive
another day
within the forest. Silence.

Gone are assaults from men
machines tormenting
this expanse
of prime timber
where burnished pines
guard as
silhouettes atop
serene ridges
viewing wilderness as
a domain
of ancient sunsets.

Prodding wind reddened sky
a yellowish tinge. From
canoes afar faces in awe.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher