Poetry

The Embers of the Day

A poem of momentary peace

“New Life.” Photo ©Erika Burkhalter

“The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change ”
― Heraclitus

Amongst the bramble rose and hay
a horde of tiny bugs makes haste
into the embers of the day.
The buzzing of the bees drowns out
the distant hum of human beings,
and stillness settles into dusk.