by Ethel Mortenson Davis

This last,
fading light
is enough
to carry us
across the field,
across the world,
to lift us
from ourselves,
our mitered lives
in this small changeling
of a disappearing evening.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

2 responses to “Enough

  1. This is beautiful, Ethel! I love it.

  2. Nice to hear from you. We send our best. Ethel.

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