by Linda Goodman Robiner
(Unviserity Heights, Ohio)
The evening stills but for the crunch of acorns
under my feet and the first dry leaves of tulip trees.
The day is suspended in the arms of God and the sun.
A willow droops in slanting light.
A dog barks once. The sun is low in the sky.
Trees shimmer golden green.
I want to hold the evening in my hands, turn it over
as my son did sitting quietly outside on a bench
one June afternoon, collecting his high school days
in the scrapbook of mind.