Now setting in the west in sweet repose,
The sun leaves painted skies its evenings show,
The birds settle in for nights decent,
Pine for daylight hours now that’s spent.
Quieting all the earth inside its spell,
Spreading darkness far beyond the dell.
The owl awakes to start his nightly search,
Cleans his feathers eyeing from his perch.
The cadence of the creatures now in tune,
Singing just inside their darkened room.
The moon begins its nightly rise to fame,
Its royalty deserved and haply claimed.
All other lights are but its shining gems,
To crown its glory far above its realm.
The smile from heaven is the Milky Way,
Waves goodbye to each retreating day.
The darkness washes fresh each night with dew,
Leaving the sun to dry it when it’s through.
In quiet calm the world slows down it’s pace,
Settles in to darkness taking place.
The beauty of the night is fully birthed,
When midnight chimes in upon the earth.
Seemly many troubles bid retreat,
While darkness gives us one more night of sleep.
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"The darkness washes fresh each night with dew,
Leaving the sun to dry it when it’s through........" I liked these lines alot!
This is very lovely. Thank you for sharing.
