Gentle Breezes
Late afternoon
A gentle breeze
The trees a full rich green
On the cusp of summer
The sky’s a perfect sky-blue
With wisps of clouds
Barely visible
Transparent
Like cigarette smoke
In a film noir
Slowly drifting across the tapestry
The sun
Just before it sets
Bright, with that extra glow
Of eventide
Showering the tops of the trees
In a halo of shimmering light
A perfect time to be lazy
Reclining in a comfortable chair
Daisy, my dog, watching her world
Then drifting off happily
With drooping eyes to nap
A busy day
Slowly ending
With golden moments
Before ev’ning shadows
Envelop the day
And gentle breezes
Drift into night
Bruce Levine
Bruce Levine, a native Manhattanite, has spent his life as a writer of
fiction and poetry and as a music and theatre professional. His literary
catalogue includes four novels, short stories, humorous sketches, flash
fiction, poetry, essays, magazine articles and a screenplay His works are
published in over twenty-five on-line and print journals, over twenty books,
his shows have been produced in New York and around the country and he’s the
author of the novellas Reinvented and An Accidental Journey. His work is
dedicated to the loving memory of his wife, dancer/actress, Lydia Franklin.
Visit him at www.brucelevine.com
Tags:
Poetry