#march evening

[undyinq]

Listening to classical music, reading Emily Dickinson poems, all whilst nursing a cup of freshly brewed coffee is a fantastic way to spend the evening.

[tanyaluca]

Playing with the Moon...

[mambo68]

March evening.Firewatch tower.

[p01i703d]

March 28, 2019, @ 7:36pm

[lateyellow]

Blue through the window burns the twilight;  Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,  Wet, black branches are barred and entwined.

Amy Lowell, from “March Evening”

[poetrysupportgroup]

Blue through the window burns the twilight;  Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,  Wet, black branches are barred and entwined. Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot  Dents into pools where a foot has been. Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not  Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen. Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers  Scattering wide at a stronger gust. Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers  Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust. Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,  Wrapping the mists round her withering form, Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow  Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.

Poem of the day: March 13, 2016 March Evening // Amy Lowell