When the Evening is Still

“Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.” –Joyce Carol Oates

Another oppressive day watching the world go by as I sit inside
even when the sizzling sun sets red, low in the western sky
still there will be no relief, for this is the southwest desert in July.

Late at night when the evening is still and the harsh wind has eased
I take a walk through my garden, say a wishful prayer of peace
hoping the roses survive another ruthless summer of intense heat.

Yet this I know to be true, this long hot summer will soon pass
then when evening comes and the turquoise sky becomes stained glass
we’ll lounge on a blanket of emerald grass, enjoy a sumptious repast.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini-challenge- Let Evening Come

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #488

34 Comments on “When the Evening is Still

  1. A week or so ago, NYC was so hot that I had to open umbrellas over my wee garden (perk of having a tiny city garden, I guess). Still, the dragon’s breath didn’t survive.

    I feel so bad for your roses. Hope most of them made it or recover soon. Nature can burn.

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    • Thank you Magaly. They are hanging in there, but we’ll all be happy for a break in the heat. It’s supposed to be 92 on Wednesday which will be a nice respite.

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  2. Linda, this is my favorite of yours so far, it is well written, to me a prose poem in stanza form.
    But mainly because we relate:
    1st, “,,, as I sit inside
    even when the sizzling sun sets … ” I spent many an evening in the El Paso sands east of town with my carbine guarding a shack and a NIKE Hercules Missile site, sans the missiles. As things cooled I would take a lawn chair and sit, contemplating what came to mind. I wish now that I was writing poetry then.
    2nd. “Late at night when the evening is still … ” I would walk out to the generators and refuel the one I’d run to keep the lights burning and the TV on. All the while hoping it would run long enough for my first sleep. The rats congregated when it was dark.
    There’s a lot more memories there I could write of, but not here, troubles at home, being very poor, etc., etc.
    ..

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  3. a red sunset – do you get them a lot in the desert? Stunning – almost worth the heat. I admired the rhyme in this poem!

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  4. This is a scrumptious poem, Linda. It really gives me a perspective of your part of the world. I truly feel the heat of the desert in late July. The ending keeps the reader looking forward….knowing the heat of the summer will go….and oh, the sumptious repast!

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  5. I accept all weather as it comes now as I live in Australia and heat before and after Christmas can be quite wearying and as for rain it come whens it wants not when you need it!

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  6. I am late to the party today, but here now to read. This is a wonderful write Linda, probably aimed more at the Poets United prompt — but I enjoyed it. What a really powerful picture — wow!

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  7. A stunning snapshot of a place I will only ever experience through pictures and poetry, Linda, and you’ve taken me there with this one. The introduction through the Joyce Carol Oates’ quote confirmed what I already knew about desert nights, but your poem evoked oppressive heat and sizzling sun that made my skin itch! – and then the turquoise sky became stained glass! How beautiful! I hope the roses survive.

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  8. This is gorgeously written, Linda! ❤️ The weather was extremely hot and humid a few days ago .. so much so that there were sleepless nights .. now it’s monsoon and there is continuous rain. I hope the roses survive! 🙂

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  9. I know how true this is. My sister used to live in the desert and how she grew those roses I’ll never know.

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