EVENING IN BERKELEY
by Anne Bell
Late sunlight tight-ropes across roof-tops
and maple trees finger a no-colour sky,
searching for not-yet stars;
on the side-walks
ginkos let fall their memories of summer
for the wind to riffle through,
and the scent of pancakes and coffee and chilli con carne
comes hurrying down the street.
Somewhere, out of sight,
a saxophone stands on tip-toe for a note –
and the thought of tomorrow sings in my heart.
A version of this poem was first published in “The Voice” (NSW Speech and Drama Assoc.)
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Thanks Anne, you made all my senses tingle!
Anne Bell, best poet in Australia.
Wow, Ann, you really know how to stir the spirit! Once again I declare that I think you are Australia’s finest lyrical children’s poet. Thank you for this beautiful poem, and thanks Teena for posting it.
I’m all overcome..thank you..nice to know someone reads what is a
compulsion/addiction (?!) with me..can’t help poeting !
Anne Bell – love it!!! Your words fill me. Thank you.