Dusk
The sun rolls behind the hills
color tints the clouds
twilight time
The last bird calls
stillness encloses the forest
banners of darkness close away the light.
There is a quieting
a time of contemplation
the day is done.
The hopes and dreams of the morning
have been fulfilled
or drifted away
As swift clouds
move out of sight,
they disappear into the night
posted by Endment at 9:18 PM
7 Comments:
Ah, day is beautifully done. I mention you on the blog tonight.
What lovely poetry! You are fortunate to have so many talents.
What a beautiful poem ... I especially like the stanza about the hopes and dreams of morning. Sometimes it's OK to not get the daily to-do list done, and for me you expressed that here. Thanks!
I had a lovely visit to your blog. A very peaceful place. Love the poetry, photos and drawings.
nice poem and nice shot too. thanks and God bless
Fran,
Thanks for thinking of me... I am really enjoying reading today :)
t.beth
Appreciate the kind words
hobess
Isn't it a good thing that the daily to-do list doesn't totally control our world
Lindsay
thanks for visiting
Jeff
Thanks for the encouragement and the blessing
What a beautiful poem and photo! Definately creates a sense of peace. :)
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