Goodnight

Goodnight honeyed day

                whose rose-blushed retreat

                                departs in halting amazement.

My quickened tread is snatched by this light’s favor

                 and I topple, tumbling to an earthy harbor

                                          where the evening’s burnished sky is accommodated.

My breath caught, the sky claims the twinkled eye.

                Dusk flames and strikes out

                                to the pearlized horizon

                                                where the unsung melody of light dances before

                the mirror of night.   

Whisper softly now

                lest these unblessed words

                                   spill it into a gray dust forgetful of evening’s blush.

Author: Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.

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