Marie Kane

EVENING

The day passed not as light

but as green gold on burnished earth with
trails of shout-yellow tulips and royal lilacs
brandishing their froth.  All is sharpened
by the rain, and the spiked air,
and the coming summer.

To love you is to see these things

just as the sundial sees the angle
of time, notes color change from
midnight to pink, and marks the sky
in minutes.

Date of Birth: 12/17/51 Location: Yardley, Pennsylvania Email: engmrk@aol.com Publications: Bucks County Writer, The River, Big Intersection, Pennsylvania Writing, Celebrate: Poets Speak Out Chapbook: Water Poems Awards: Bucks County Poet Laureate, runner-up, 1997; Recognition Award from the National Foundation for the Advancement of the Arts

Goodbyes of Chalk Your Organic Garden Point of Entry Downtown Litmus -- Ballad of a Thin Cigarette this is a poem Evening Beginning The End An Old Japanese Poet Of This World For Friends Missing in Action Suicide The Cameo old man with a fly

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