Walking as the day
slips into sunset and dusk
the world changes colour
the trees and grasses
even the rocks glow
the air is still and
everything is blanketed
with a calm quiet
even when the forest tunes up
with the song of cicadas
on the beach
of a little cove
I see a figure
someone's totem
let me flip him over
soft evening falls
bringing with it
a gentleness
and ease 
Oh Blessed day
