Evening in the Garden

Evening in the garden,
Lacey shadows making lines.
With darker tones...erasing,
Light rays from the vines.

Chirping crickets making racket,
As feathered-songsters sing.
The air is full of thistle-down,
And butterflies on the wing.

Seed-pods are hanging loosely,
On early blooming stems.
Like clusters gathered in a broach,
Of jeweled, studded gems.

A blend of perfume rises,
As to wake the primrose up.
And the humming-bird sips nectar,
From out a petaled-cup.

O...the garden is a beauty-spot,
And it fills me with delight.
To watch the day-light fade away,
And to usher in the night.

E.P. 1908 - 1989