The hills of home. for Friend Tate.

The hills of home.

 

The distant hills will fade into.

The evening sky a lighter blue

when it adopts a darker hue

 as twilight falls.

 

Although by day the sun displays

with clarity:The hills outlines.

The fall of twilight underlines

The light that fails-

 

We know that soon the moon will rise.

A softer light to please our eyes

Shed by the Goddess of the skies

that’s free to all.

 

We view the hills a different way

 according to the time of day

AS light and darkness interplay

on rocky walls

 

The hills abide they do not change

 Although the light can rearrange

The way we see so it seems strange

We can recall.

 

The hills we can no longer see

Relying on our memory

From which we choose selectively.

When darkness falls

Saturday, 26 February 2011 http:// blog.myspace/poeticpiers

 

 

Reviews

[Valentine]

This is beautiful and Tate is a super guy,,we are friends..He used to harness race.
You do well in honoring him..lol and God bless..Kathie

[patricia]

Loved this poem...was drawn to it and not disappointed ..thankyou especially for the way you captured the changing light

[Tate Morgan]

Ivor this piece while it honors me is one of the best Ive read.I thank you from the depths of my soul.And count you one good soul One good friend
Tate

[Tommy]

Shadows cast can be a comfort from the heat or a place for scary things to keep. I enjoyed this read, it tells well how perceptions change over time...

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Enjoyed reading your work this eve..Sunrises and sunsets are so beautiful and different but the mountains mostly remain the same..Right now I wish that I could say to my mountain be thou removed..Sunflower