dusk  the river is dark
no star yet    no moving clouds
deserted shore   dinghy boat  in distance
the trees whisper   falling leaves
late flight of herons across the grey sky
singing in unison  smoke from village chimneys
fishermen draw in nets   wives awaiting their return
aroma infusing the kitchen   the kids chasing one another
grandpa reading poetry  grandma sings an old song
winds rush through windows
the fields are empty and silent
who's playing the violin?
life is a picture and a poem