Evening of Summer

horizon endless and all-encompassing
silhouetted pines sharp, black
against the setting sun
bands of light, diffused
through clouds like gaseous pearls
wings of chittering swifts
obscure, for a moment, the evening star
and a billion trillion potentialities await.
Stillness shall come amidst that fulfillment.
while fearlessness of directness is lacking.

J. Horne