An Evening Poem

Sun dips below young mulberry,
Dark ripening fruits hang
As wind dances amongst clover
Verdant, purple, and proud.

A monarch, drawn to royal
splendors, now reconsiders,
Flitting away to milky weed
Once seeded a decade ago.

Alone I listen to a cardinal
Singing their midsummer
Benediction to evening's ascent
And daylight's faultering.

I bow my head and close
My eyes.  I sink back,
Collapsing into memories
of years past.