by Viktoria Vidali on July 24, 2017

in General,Monthly Post,Poetry

As another day gives way
to the stillness of night
a lone bat darts under cover
of the old wooden porch

A waning moon ascends

Crickets sing in the cool July
breeze that moves through
heavy, fruiting trees

I scan the valley, the wide sky,
watching pink and silver clouds
fade and disappear

And I think of you,
as I always do,
when the twilight dies

Born into this world of change
fighting it, defying it, struggling
to stop its inevitable victory

What futility!

Accepting change as a wise teacher
cannot alter its course, yet it may
soften the heart to all that is
new and unknown.

~ Viktoria Vidali

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