A Walk At Dusk Poem by Alan Strand

Big brown leaf
Fallen on a stone
No where to hide
I feel all alone.

Where is your mother?
Why must you die?
No heart to weep
No eyes to cry.

Fat black dog
Pulling on a chain
The master’s in tow
Let’s play a game.

Calm placid bay
Rocks on the shore
My hand’s in yours
Can I ask for more?

Noisy geese honking
Fleeing from the dark
Winter is a coming
Freezing up the park.

Small dog barking
Gulls are on the ground
The air’s so still
But so filled with sound.

Slow train chugging
Disturbing the dusk
The smell of leaves burning-
It is nature’s musk.

(With Christiane at Shoreline Park,1720 hours,2005/10/23.)