How Night Arrives

Some days
It suffuses the twilight
Like the soft exhalations
Of trees
On the wooded hillside
Across the way.
Some days
It rises from low places
Like a flood
To submerge the garden
The house the hills
And fill the spaces
Between the stars.

By Buff Bradley


Buff Whitman-Bradley’s poetry has appeared in many print and online journals, including Atlanta Review, Bryant Literary Review, Concho River Review, Crannog, december, Front Range Review, Hawai’i Review, Pinyon, Rockhurst Review, Solstice, Third Wednesday, Watershed Review, and others. He has published several collections of poems, most recently, To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World. His interviews with soldiers who refused to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan became the book About Face: Military Resisters Turn Against War. He lives in northern California with his wife Cynthia.

Photo by Siniša Glogoški

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