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Evening Falls Sweetly
By Elece Hollis
The sun is sinking and the clouds are bottom rimmed with gold.
Two geese fly honking overhead to settle on the farm pond for the evening.
A mockingbird runs through his whole repertoire.
The air smells of wild onion, cut grass, and wild garlic.
Dandelions give up their gray hairs like tiny seed parachutes on the wind.
Woodpecker rat-a-tat-tats on a tree in the apple orchard.
Peonies are tight pink buds …waiting…waiting.
Spring breeze rustles the tree’s newborn leaves and makes the swoosh and sweep of a waterfall.
Across the road Locust blossoms sway like strands of orchids in the trees.
The wind chimes jingle and tinkle as if to complete the percussion of the symphony.
An owl calls from one of the great old oaks down beside the creek.
The creek’s water trickles and sings as settling into its bed.
Hydrangea smells sweet in the falling light.
Swallows swoop and sweep like black satin ribbons.
Evening comes sweetly on the prairie.