Nightfall

-Mac's last poem, written 5/13/12

Sweet mourning dove
Cooing as evening settles
Welcomes the cooling breeze
Among the silent trees.
Wild winds of the afternoon
Disappeared among the leaves
Oak, pine, alder and toyon
Spring reckoning
All light falls in layers
Of green around us
Words, new to the touch
Itch with movement
All buds and spreading
The old melancholy
They fly away.

© 2012 by The Estate of Mac McClain