Savannah Dusk by Catherine Zickgraf

Savannah Dusk

Now is the hour

when cypress trees dim into shadows. 

The river is lingering along the bank

in puddles caught among braided roots. 

Ageless sky deepens, wavelets go still,

the water seems to slow and fall silent.

This is the ceremony of sinking dusk— 

when our reflections turn dark and 

dim blues fade in the calm of night

Bio:

Two lifetimes ago, Catherine performed her poetry in Madrid. Now her main jobs are to write and hang out with her family. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press.

Watch and read more at www.caththegreat.blogspot.com