Patty: "...Could a heart of poems have room for another?..."
Jay: "Always..."
- poetheart 01/18/03
In the later part of day
When the winter's gray
Brightens momentarily
And the horizon's palest pink
Inspires one to think
Beyond dimness, departures and disparity,
The frail sun fades with never showing
It's full self before it's going
Going gone-
Night, all black, back on.
Too cold, so I am told,
By fingers frozen through,
To do what I wish to do;
Sit out on a summer's stoop
So I can recoup
From the dry skin of my hands
And hear the cricket bands
Play for the evening stars!
Where the jeweled July skies
Bring tearful joy to eyes
That can only dare to dream
Of a twilight twinkled scene
On a clear and cloudless night
When everything in the universe
Envelops you
And tells you-
You will be alright.
by Patricia Lynn