The Hues of Evening

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Like hues and harmonies of evening,
                Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
                Like memory of music fled,
                Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
The day becomes more solemn and serene
         When noon is past; there is a harmony
         In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
~
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Noon has passed here;
our spring long spent
and now we come upon
a time of subtle beauty,
of hue and harmony,
a solemn serenity
no longer overwhelmed
by the clamor of summer.
The evening of autumn thus descends,
its luster becomes
a curtain of grace
cloaking and comforting,
readying us for winter.
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2 thoughts on “The Hues of Evening

  1. She, (she has to be a “she”, doesn’t she?) as the tallest point for several miles, is treasured by generations from this farm, as well as the neighborhood and the raptors from the river valley below. Even our well pump maintenance guy sends his bills to “Lone Fir Farm”. So she becomes a focal point for my photos too — just can’t stay away from her.

    On Fri, Nov 29, 2013 at 4:26 PM, Barnstorming

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