Just for something a little different, this week I thought I’d share a poem that I wrote. I’m not much of a poet, but as I stood outside in my yard the other night and watched the evening around me, a few lines came to mind; and now I’m sharing them with you. Enjoy!

Evening on the North Hill

The pear tree, heavy with fruit, bows like a weeping willow

Pale green, the pears shimmer in the evening light

The streetlamp glows

Three deer, a mother and two fawns,

Appear in the pool of light beneath the lamp

They graze for food in the evening stillness

A vehicle drives past – a truck, tribal police

The deer slip back into the shadows

A train whistle blows

But the deer are long gone, deep into the twilight

The pear tree beckons,

And I taste one, fresh fruit of the north

Quiet returns to the evening once again