This evening of open windows <br />Night waits among the leaves <br />As quietly as tea draws, <br />As a last fruit ready to fall. <br /> <br />Things seem about to step apart, <br />As though far too close <br />For what is coming to pass through. <br />Then, as if grown too long, <br /> <br />Song breaks away from the bird <br />And in this silence everything, <br />As in a minuet, is briefly parted <br />Before the last movement can begin.<br /><br />Seamus Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightfalls/
