Woods White with fire

Poems of Shantiam

After The Day

After the day, a silence.

Silently kissing the hills goodbye
down the river with sails of fire
floats the reddening sun.

From the silence, an approach.

Slowly embracing the voiceless trees
from the river on wings of blue
rises the deepening dusk.

In the dusk, an embrace.

Softly filling my awakening senses
as a river of fire in darkness
flows your caressing touch.

© Aigha