Hi there! I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this evening about that time just after sunset before the sky gets fully dark that always seems so peaceful.
The trees stand, silhouetted against
The pale hues of evening. Drifting
Through the sky with the consistency of
Spider silk are fine grey lace clouds,
Gliding like swans across the open expanse
Of indigo, fading to aquamarine
Towards the horizon.
The first star blinks, winks,
And dreamily awakens
To shine out across the cyan haze, little
Pinprick diamond firefly gazing
Across the darkening land;
And the tress stand tall and black against
This vista, branches brushing softly
Against the celestial sphere
In the cool evening’s breeze;
The soft coo of a wood-pigeon
Gently echoed by the rustling of the leaves,
Calls a quiet goodnight;
Til tomorrow.
A Teacup Full of Stories 