Narrated by AnnKathleen
In the vanishing hours of nightfall, roses in the herb garden
emit sweet aromas… the pastures below the sere hills spin
into a golden hue; the day recalls the mystery of the day with
a beautiful painted sky.
I smell the dry earth, no longer alive with moisture, merely
rust colored dust, and an eerie emptiness. The slow
murmurings of the last hours of the day retreat into the
orange colored dusk of the autumn sun.
My thoughts slowly journey to earlier days, special times
veiled in rusted years. Oh to be youthful, and carefree again
without the tribulations of age, and the knowledge of
vanishing time:
The swift coming and going of days and nights, changes in
the air, and uneasiness in my aging bones, presage the
coming of unusual times, of unsteady steps, vanishing sight,
and fading recollections.
What do we do now, as this pleasant place of familiarity
fades from the security of that which is known into the
unknown; it is the unknown which beckons us now, we with
wrinkles, gray hair, and lost years: It is a location, of which
we have heard, but never experienced:
We question in our fading minds whether it will be one of
light, or darkness, a place of golden poems and songs of
angels, or merely damp earth, which covers a wooden
casket filled with our pallid bones. Therein lies life’s mystery.
BIO: Dr. Piatt has had his poems nominated for Pushcart and Best of Web awards, and published in The 100 Best Poems Anthologies. He has published 3 poetry books “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT” (2016), 3 novels, 35 short stories, and over 865 poems. He earned his BS and MA from California Polytechnic University and his doctorate from BYU. His books are available on Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.