Orchids
I am holding a handful of orchids
And deconstructing dusk
In the spread of violet and indigo clouds
And the cast of streetlights
As they slow-dance across the pond.
The winter wind draws its last breath
And the heat of days stands aside
In homage to its passing;
This warm evening bows its head
With eyes the color of orchids.
The silence in between my footsteps
Conquers the twilight
More nobly than I.
©2001 Elizabeth Hebert
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