Outside my Window...

Dusk descends outside my window

As its velvet dressing-gown

Drapes serenely where lean shadows

Melt into night falling down

In the quietness of twilight

And the aftermath of toil

Now the vesper like a mother

Croons to slumber sorrow’s spoil

Here we seek silent permission

To withdraw from duty’s rod

Silver arabesque contrition

From the gracious hand of God

Retribution for our labor

Spills from moon-lit metronome

To the world outside my window

In the arms of home sweet home

© Janet Martin

Evenings are turning ‘cozy’ once again…