Evening Star
"Evening Star"
The dusk has come too quick for her tonight;
The sun now fades behind the hill and pond.
The boy begins to herd the sheep back home;
He does not see that she has stayed behind.
No, his mind is set to shepherding:
No time for dusk, the pond, the rising moon.
Sighing she stands, her back against the tree,
The old gray oak which seems to sleep tonight.
She watches the pond, white water turning brown,
Then fading black, a mirror of distant clouds
And just emerging stars, the night's heralds.
Her breath, an autumn whisp, mingles with the sky.
She breathes, recalling her moment of bliss:
His starry eyes, his whispered words, his kiss.
-8/23/06
Based on the painting "The Evening Star," 1864, by Jean Baptiste Camille Corot. The painting is in the Saint Louis Art Museum.
The dusk has come too quick for her tonight;
The sun now fades behind the hill and pond.
The boy begins to herd the sheep back home;
He does not see that she has stayed behind.
No, his mind is set to shepherding:
No time for dusk, the pond, the rising moon.
Sighing she stands, her back against the tree,
The old gray oak which seems to sleep tonight.
She watches the pond, white water turning brown,
Then fading black, a mirror of distant clouds
And just emerging stars, the night's heralds.
Her breath, an autumn whisp, mingles with the sky.
She breathes, recalling her moment of bliss:
His starry eyes, his whispered words, his kiss.
-8/23/06
Based on the painting "The Evening Star," 1864, by Jean Baptiste Camille Corot. The painting is in the Saint Louis Art Museum.