The sun falls ever so softly across the trees,
Sky fading quietly as always,
While the gentlest music
Of the birds that coast across their tender elysian fields
Is a familiar comfort.
Is measured by the steadiness of the tides’ ebb and flow
That are pulled by the ballet of moon and sun,
Clouds that scud off to the side,
Crowded together like an opera chorus
Watching the path of the sunlight’s dance from afar.
Even with the steady path of day, there is change,
Earth painted in new colors not imagined yesterday,
Subtler nuances that underlay
The wisdom of the soul, not quite the same.
There’s a certain stillness to the twilight air
That makes my thoughts clear.
It is a refuge, like the fresh waters of an oasis,
From the metamorphosing world
Presented on TV screens and newspaper front pages,
The disease of panic and hypocrisy.
Out here, I can forget
About the upheaval, the distress;
How everything has turned
In an instant.
Kathryn Sadakierski’s writing has appeared in The Bangor Literary Journal, The Ekphrastic Review, Nine Muses Poetry, Teachers of Vision, Dime Show Review, The Decadent Review, Visual Verse, iō Literary Journal, and elsewhere. Her poems are forthcoming in Northern New England Review, Auroras & Blossoms, and The Voices Project. She holds a B.A. from Bay Path University, and is currently pursuing her Master’s degree.
Poem © 2020, Kathryn Sadakierski
Photo © 2020, Alison Stedman