don’t rush the sun in setting {original poem + linocut stamp}

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Don’t rush the sun in setting,
Don’t join it at the end,
But watch it creep across the sky,
In whispers of the wind.
Don’t ask to see it hurry,
Don’t tell it ‘hasten now,’
But enjoy the quiet stillness,
As it greets the old oak’s bough.
Watch it bow and curtesy,
To its weathered friend,
Who creaks and groans in passing,
Waving wrinkled ends.
Scraggly its fingers
Combing through the blaze
Of rich orange fire lowering itself
Into a dusky glaze.
See it slip into the depths,
And sink out of your sight.
Then darkness overcomes your bones
As an owl laments the night.

Published by evelyn

heyo! my name is evelyn and i like things like stories, people, elephants, hot tea, chocolate, dancing in the rain and reading poetry out loud in the dark and also driving with the windows down and music up. i’m homeschooled. i’m in highschool. i name my plants weird names.

19 thoughts on “don’t rush the sun in setting {original poem + linocut stamp}”

  4. Beautiful! I love the line about the branches combing through the sunset – I’ve never thought of it that way before but as soon as I read it it made perfect sense. Good poetry. 🙂

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