Afternoon

— David Eisbach

When the sun has grown heavy
and starts its westward slide,

When all is quiet in the house
and I am in my halcyon ways,

When I sit at my window
and revel in nature’s splendor,

When leaves and branches stir
and wave to a passing zephyr,

When I see the shadows stretch
and note the subtle color change,

When breathing becomes measured
and internal peace settles in,

Then Claude Debussy’s
“Prelude To The Afternoon of a Faun!”

His music, both tranquil and palliative,
polishes and sets the precious stone.

One thought on “Afternoon

  1. Fabulous, Dave! The poem itself is so musical that I almost forget you had music in the background!

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