Evening

Rippled the line of a contour meets the sky
Draws red to black, a thread of  contrast in defining clarity 
Binding the heavens to the earth.

Beside the fence those bovine  forms 
Contemplative in reverential pose
Synchronise the sweetened  breath
That softly steams from their 
Swelling frames
Joining the  outline
Binding the heavens to the  earth.
 
Quiet their  presence there
And  quiet our presence too.


To that
Familiar is the view but one we rarely
Share
In favour of our preoccupation
Behind the walls 
Habitual in  routine

Tonight 
The heat of the day is given up 
In dissipating dust
Striations 
Of orange glow
Binding the heavens to the earth 

Ethereal 
The crescent moon
And the evening star are  lifted in celestial stance
Perfected  in alignment

And the eye is feigned  to touch the edge 
Of heaven
As dew is drawn through the stems 
Beneath our feet.