Late Afternoon Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Late Afternoon
A couple sit hand in hand
On the porch swing.
Passions of morning
And heat of noon have faded.
He strokes her white hair
With misshapen fingers.
Wisps of white air-brush
Across cerulean canvas of sky.
Her face crinkles as she leans
Back, smiles up to him.
Air floats light and still as sleep;
Silent swallows glide by.
There is no need for words
They know Browning by heart.
Shadows merge, light grows dim,
Colors fade, birds settle.
They stand, she takes his arm
And they shuffle indoors.
Day turns to twilight.
A moving and lyrical poem. How good to be in a Poetry Society where they know Browning by heart. I am sorry to hear about Vera Bakker and would like to read her poems.
Vera was eighty-four years old and a beloved member of our poetry chapter. I would hope that all her poems could be gathered and published in a special edition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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When Vera read this poem at the meeting, it almost brought me to tears. She will certainly be missed. Vera was a former president of the League of Utah Writers, a former president of the Utah State Poetry Society, and also a former president of a couple of other literary organizations, one of them national. I forget their names at the moment.