A Time of Two Worlds

Late afternoon sun
Lays soft shadows all about.
Whisper of evening.









In the softening light
White seed puffs become reborn
At the sun's pleasure.












Now the stream is dark;
Its whispers mysterious;
Evening grows cool.

Patches of sunshine
Light up the darkening woods.
Insistent chain saw.

Standing at the bend
Lit up in a patch of light
Woman and a dog.












Darkness descending--
Road is the first to grow dim;
Tree tops still catch sun.

For a brief instant
A fleeting shadow shocks me;
I see it is mine.












Woods are growing dark;
Still sun refuses to leave--
A time of two worlds.