Darkness and deeper darkness falls,
Shadows dappling the ground
As the linden leaves overhead
Spread into fullness
And thicken with blooms and bracts,
Shading us even from starlight.
The last iris is gone,
The apple blossoms have fallen,
Crickets sing the night
And the song rises
On warm night air moving
Across bare arms.
Hushed for a moment is life’s
Inevitable violence and strife,
Thinking and doing and seeing
Stops, and just for a moment
We have only the rush of being.