Evening
Robert O. Adair, Yahoo! Contributor Network
Lengthening shadows
climbing the garden wall ,
the sun is setting,
wending my way home,
no longer lighting all the lights
in lonely rooms ,
there is Linda,
after six lone years
a widower,
the light at the end
of a very long, dark tunnel.
An answer to prayer!
Now, a stormy night outside,
but we safe within,
supper on the table,
it's the light in her eyes
This is a counterpart to my other poem, The Lights of Evening,concern losing my first wife.