life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

APPROACHING NIGHT

  The first tremulous
cricket-stutter
stops at a footfall.

 Turtledoves call, each voice
its own ladle dipping
in crystal,
the water down dimpling
and rippling at the snatch.

 Tiny sharp-clawed sparrows
prick silence with chattering
and the wings fan and flutter
where honeyeaters dive and dash,
spray flying in an arc of air, water.

 Leaves hang still as
the air melts dusk
into each solitary world.

 Now, only the cricket hammers out
his small defiance
at approaching night
and beyond the last drumming
of his sound,

 quiet.

Lynette M Arden

Published in OZpoet Treasury April 2001

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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