When Evening Comes of Age
If I could paint, I’d take my brush
And swipe it smooth across the page.
I’d try to show creation’s hush
At dusk when evening comes of age.
I’d dip into the faintest hue
And give the sky a tinge of pink.
Then guide a swath of deepest blue
In which a tiny star would wink.
The grass would be a mossy green
With flowers blooming in delight.
The dancing lake would catch the gleam
Of mountains deepening out of sight.
A bird would soar with silver wing
To touch the clouds the purples hold.
Oh, with my brush I’d make it sing,
Above the valley bathed in gold.
I’d paint a girl with rosy cheek
Who’d kneel beneath a leafy dome.
The setting sun would give a peek
Of her awaited heav’nly home.
If I could paint, I’d show the world
Creation’s blush upon the page,
Her glorious beauty all unfurled
At dusk when evening comes of age.
© 2005 Amy Michelle Wiley
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Woah, that's a beautiful poem Amy. I know that so many poets now don't pay attention to rhymes (and frankly - I might be a bit childish here, but to me a poem isn't a poem if it doesn't rhyme) but you did and I thank you for that - simply beautiful!
This absolutely beautiful, Amy. I felt as though I had stepped right into this tranquil setting. Lovely.
Amy, I can't believe that I didn't comment on this poem earlier! The phone must have rung or something! LOL! This is one of my all time favorite poems. You have written with such skill and beauty using images that carry me away as I read. Absolutely wonderful! What a treasure this poem is!! Thank you for creating it.
Beautiful and stable with the continuous a,b,a,b rhythm and 8 syllable lines (although I did find 9 syllables in (counting spaces) lines 14 & 28). Thank you for sharing your work. May the Lord bless and keep you. My He shine His face upon you and give you peace. Best wishes.
Amy, this is wonderful. Are you selling and getting published? You should be. God bless you for this poem. brotherdave
*sigh* As I read, my computer screen faded away and instead I was sitting on a front porch in a rocking chair with a glass of lemonade enjoying the view of "evening coming of age." How beautiful. Please keep writing! God has given you a marvelous gift! Pure enjoyment! Thank you!
What a beautiful poem. I too wish I could paint, but the words you use to describe the dusk gives the impression that you are a painter. If not with the brush, certainly with your words.
What a breathtaking description of creation's subtle changes as it drifts into night. This is a poem I will re-read often. Thank you for sharing.
Beautifully done, Amy. An artistic eye and great word choices. Just love these lines: Then guide a swath of deepest blue/In which a tiny star would wink. Yeggy
Painting with words Amy. Beautiful. I'm not usually into poetry, but I appreciated this. I especially like "At dusk, when evening comes of age" nice line! :) Karen
Amy, you write extremely well and very much inspired. do you know how to paint? this poetry makes me sigh and think of good things.
What a breathtaking job you've done painting with your pen Creation’s blush upon the page. To see that peek of heaven yet to be my home ... what a blessing.