Down under the trees
We watched the slow darkening
of green leaves
against the blue of sky
viewed from below
while evening’s glow
settled on the lake
And we had no hurry
We had time to rest like stones
Releasing the day’s heat into the night
And we could speak in low tones
Close enough to hear each word
To feel the peaceful rise and fall of breathing
And the ease of shared feeling,
Understanding rising as the light receded.
Relishing the much needed
stretch of growth together
Like these trees that gain their inches
in the dark.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 5, 2012