I go for a walk after dinner. With the time change in the U.S. the sun sets early. I finished my walk at dusk, walked into my backyard and saw the moon shining above the trees. It made me happy. I share my photo and happiness with you.
dusk
Today’s Poem: Come In by Robert Frost
Come In
Robert Frost
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.
