{"id":307,"date":"2022-09-20T11:47:23","date_gmt":"2022-09-20T15:47:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=307"},"modified":"2022-09-20T11:47:23","modified_gmt":"2022-09-20T15:47:23","slug":"evening-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/evening-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Evening Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"
End of day
\nSun is closing her eye
\nin a palette of corals and golds
\nsoft turquoises and light pinks
\nTime then
\nto sit on the patio\u2019s picnic table
\nthe one my father built
\noh so many years ago
\nbefore I was born
\nnow painted a steel blue grey
\nand drink one last cup of coffee
\npensive
\nnot restless
\ngoing over the day
\nthe good parts
\nthe things I\u2019m grateful for
\nthe glitch to let go of
\nthe goal for tomorrow
\nwatching colors fade
\nand the moon awake
\nwith her stars that have been here
\noh so many years since
\nbefore I was born
\nappreciating our fleeting impermanence
\nand the earth\u2019s resilience
\nin this colorful world so vast
\nit continuously amazes me
\non this day now ending
\nI am humbled to have the experience of it
\nThe picnic table now a shadow underneath me
\nand coffee cup now empty,
\nthe moon guides me inside
\nto find sleep,
\nhoping for another day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
End of day Sun is closing her eye in a palette of corals and golds soft turquoises and light pinks Time then to sit on the patio\u2019s picnic table the one my father built oh so many years ago before I was born now painted a steel blue grey and drink one last cup of…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":43,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[7],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n