Late in the Day

Laurie Bower

Late in the day, when the shadows are long

I walk in the shade of the mesa alone

September breeze caresses my neck

and whispers sweet nothings of love and regret

while crickets explode as my feet touch the ground

and rabbit brush peaks in a golden mound

I am blessed, I’m at peace, I am finally found

filled with the urge to burst into song

late in the day when the shadows are long