Saving the best for last
by Elouise
Saving the best for last
All creatures fall silent
Hushed save an occasional
Chirp of sweet birdsong
Spilling final notes
Into air gone quiet
Leaves release one last sigh
And wait for last light
To descend beneath earth’s
Horizon without fanfare
Or outbreaks of odes to joy
No, we didn’t walk in the Blue Ridge Mountains yesterday evening. Just around our neighborhood. Still, the poem reflects the grandeur of both locations. Not only because of green leafy trees and the relative silence of birds and human voices, but because of Spring’s early evening drama.
I always love a walk around our neighborhood. Even so, an evening walk after supper during this part of Spring is often magical. Just like yesterday evening.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 May 2019
Photo of Blue Ridge Mountains taken by Dana Foreman, found at pixels.com
Telling the Truth 
How sweet this is, Elouise!
I felt I was on that walk with you…sigh.
🙂
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Oh….Thank you, Debbie. I hear that sigh…. 🙂
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Great poem! And the photo pairs well!
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Thank you kindly, Nathan!
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love the title, was wondering why we are often living the best for a last ?
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Sometimes I think it took me this long to recognize what’s really ‘best’ in life. Then again, my parents always made us wait until the end of a meal to eat dessert! 🙂
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Always a good idea.
At first I thought that was a painting, You Americans certainly have more than your fair share of wonderful scenery
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The Blue Ridge Mountains are part of my childhood–where we went for summer camp to get away from the sweltering heat. There’s also a Blue Ridge Parkway that goes right through the mountains (part of the Appalachian mountains). I remember childhood trips on the Parkway, and a few with David. The parkway is still there — cars only; 45 miles per hour speed limit; lots of places to pull off for overviews and food and stuff. Here’s more about its history, not all of it pretty: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Ridge_Parkway.
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45 mph seems pretty fast to me, that’s more than 60 kmh which is the speed limit in most places in Australia, except in the outback of course where it’s Rafferty’s Rules.
I did read a book a while back set in those Appalachians, seems there was a lot of desecration being done by coal miners. Is that true?
They certainly are beautiful
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I’m smiling about 45 mph — which seems pretty slow to me, given our rather generous mph on interstate highways. However, if you really want to enjoy the scenery, even 45 mph can seem too fast! 🙂 As for coal mining in the Appalachians, you’re correct. It’s a sad story. Even today there are companies and cities pushing the limits of how much timber can be cut down in order to do ‘more productive’ things with the land. Fortunately, there are laws that protect the highway and land adjoining each side. Though you never know how long those laws will last, given realities under the current POTUS. 😦
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money and greed the backbone of a sick society
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