Roses at dusk make A sky of the deepest blue, As shadows deepen, I walk the path homeward, Where petals unfurl like Thoughts of past, tied To roots, stretching out Into the earth and beyond. They are what remembers, In the quiet of night, Dew resting lightly On the edge of experience. Ah, life flows in the water! Life’s ungraspable Roots intertwine— With the breath of wind, It sings a song from every Bloom touched; they follow me,
The wanderers of dusk.

• Margaret Atwood