the day away

the day
begins to die
as the sun
sends its light
out low

honey
and balm
lie long
across the lawn

and the heat is all gone
there is none now
but warm
as
the blood
swimming in my veins

everything calm
the world
is quiet
as the stillness
in the deep dark
of graves

trees stir
in a shiver
but nothing disturbs

the day passes
away
as the sun sets


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #16: floe

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