Evening, Come Gently

 As I took these pictures a few minutes ago I told the neighbor I'm trying to find the beauty in this! He replied that there's going to be a lot more 'beauty' come morning:))Alas, the evening is not so gentle now; it sounds like someone is flinging pebbles at the window.

Evening, come gently and soften the gale

Binding the landscape in icy travail

Subdue the mistral of howling lament

Whisper your kisses against its torment

Remind Old Man Winter his time has expired

Then evening, come gently, the trees are so tired

Evening, come softly and gentle away

The pelting of ice tears and land-seas of gray

Cradle the country-side ensconced in glass

Smooth back the ocean of winter’s last blast

The half-budded limb has grown heavy with grief

Pausing the vim of a newly born leaf

Evening, come tender, with motherly love

Hush the snow splendor that weeps from above

Comfort the wee bird hunkered in its nest

While over, around him the wind-demons jest

Evening come gently with sweet lullaby

Soothe the wild tempest screaming from the sky

© Janet Martin