Dusk

Heaven’s belljar curves over.
Dim evening’s fragile light
Cracks and shatters.
Reflected in the wet grass,
The rain it became
Glittered like the sun’s last drops.
It will be tomorrow
When people and their tethered dogs
Walk the middle distance
Their traces in trails
Across the grass behind them
Deeper green and winding
Indecipherable signs and secrets
The automatic writing of going home.

 © BH 2015

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This was the second in a series of five poems posted on Facebook. I saw someone with a dog in the park. I was trying to think Bradbury. 

The picture is a photograph taken through an empty glass with a piece of Glen Feshie added. 

The sequence is Hollowed #3; Dusk; Bloodlines; Succoth; Boyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.