Showing posts with label twilight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twilight. Show all posts

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Wine-Red Clouds at Twilight

Red-wine-soaked clouds
at dusk sing an intoxicated anthem
of light to summon such 
night creatures as raccoons,
bats, cats, and certain devotees
of Charles--Baudelaire
and Bukowski, those bad boys.
Sing, you wine-dark sacks 
of rain. Sing!


Hans Ostrom 2024

Thursday, April 27, 2023

Assessing an Evening

What evens at evening?
A dog's barking takes bites
out of quiet. In their buildings,
people cook, drink, take medicine,
talk, give up, rage, look at screens.

Outside, birds have returned
to nests and perches, warming
each other, silencing caw, shriek,
whistle, and song. I decide to use
all this information as evidence

of local equilibrium at dusk,
something that's fine by me.
I'm more weary than optimistic.


hans ostrom 2023

Saturday, January 2, 2021

Evening Studies

 What I learned about evening

included flapping bats silhouetted

against last light, mosquitoes

stuck to skin, a human need for

liquor to lead one into night.


Evening reduced disappointment

into sour essences affecting flavor

of suppers, brightness of eyes,

ligaments of love.  I learned

the ambience of graveyards becomes


buoyant  at dusk:  Ghosts get

in a good mood, old oaks cool down,

words on headstones recede.  In

twilight I studied attitudes of awe

toward beautiful young women.


Gratefully, I took in breezes

of their perfumes, watched

the care with which they walked

in a shadowless hour.