Evening by Hilda DolittleThe light passesfrom ridge to ridge,from flower to flower—the hepaticas, wide-spreadunder the lightgrow faint—the petals reach inward,the blue tips bendtoward the bluer heartand the flowers are lost.The cornel-buds are still white,but shadows dartfrom the cornel-roots—black creeps from root to root,each leafcuts another leaf on the grass,shadow seeks shadow,then both leafand leaf-shadow are lost.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!