Evening's Dawning

When evening dawns, the harsher shades

Of toil are dimmed and muted

Staccato rhythms of noon-parades

Recoil, in history rooted

And from the cusp of earthen tongue

A somnolent caressing

Draws shadowed dusk o'er old and young

In heaven’s twilight blessing

The azure grin of laughing day

The tumbled cloud of sorrow

Are gathered in and tucked away

Lord willing, till tomorrow

And from the wall of hill and tree

Of sky-scraper horizon

A deepening shawl of symmetry

Expands from heaven's ocean

Across the girth of misery

And lust’s incessant fretting

  Behold the earth, a velvet sea

Beneath dusk’s dew-drop netting

Come; cast to naught your meager wants

Beneath an eye immortal

For evening dawns in mystic haunts

From heaven’s lowered portal

© Janet Martin