EVENING ON A SUNLIT HILLSIDE

the distance,
sun-scribbled,
lending softness to the night –
it spreads even,
catching green and darkness –
bright burning in the fields beneath us

stem – scatter – spark – sky –

everywhere the light
gold shook from branches,
everywhere the grasses
coming up with fire


Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Poem and image are published in Blue Heron Review, issue 6 (Summer 2016).