walking to the mailbox
I am stalked by mist
The lights blink through
the neighbours trees:
down town below.
It’s so black between the lamps,
I expect deep quiet,
beneath the rustle of new leaves,
but the highway hums in the distance.
Trucks travel with an insistent drone
that climbs the hill to my house,
and silence suffers
in the hustle of their incessant transitions.
Nice one….i love your all poems 🙂
Thank you, I appreciate your encouragement.
Another great poem. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
My pleasure Steven. Thanks for coming by!
Love it Shawn, thank you. Silence smiles as we suffer in silence 😉
Thanks for dropping in Christina!
stalked by mist….love this phrase. well done Shawn.
Another awesome poem.
You’ve captured that certain magic and mood of the evening.
I like the notion of “transitions.” It opens a panoply of images.
We’re a very small town, on the TransCanada Hwy. Most people are between when they are here. 😉
It makes me want to live in town. Here the only lights are from the house and the stars. But the stars aren’t yours because we have our own. But we can share the moon. I loved this poem.
Thanks! I’m glad, and I’d be happy to share the moon, though it was hiding last night!
This really drew me in . I felt like I was there. Splendid beloved. BLISS AND LOVE.
Thank you. I’m glad you were ‘here.’
Dearest Shawn! You never cease to deliver! Thank you for such a sweet melodic flow of sometimes ordinary thoughts!
You know, it’s appreciating the ‘ordinary’ moments that makes a life magical.
Agreed. It is often the simplest and most ‘ordinary’ things that bring about the most appreciation. It’s the little things that oftentimes move life’s mountains!
I love the imagery! Thank you 🙂
No, thank you.
I love the line, stalked by mist.
Thank you. It was following me. I swear.