Ah, Winter Eventide

Ah, winter eventide

How soft and blue you throw

Across the countryside

Your cloak upon the snow

And where the afternoon

Laughed from a sun-swept sky

You spill in solemn swoon

A sleepy lullaby

How tenderly you fold

This day into its cot

Taking noon, bold and gold

And turning it to thought

As skylines disappear

Beneath your navy shawl

You draw across this sphere

A moody madrigal

The scuffs upon your cuff

Are brushed into the air

You sigh, ‘it is enough’

And kiss our weary care

Then like a matron kind

You gather to your breast

That which we leave behind

And tuck this day to rest

© Janet Martin

I was going to tell the guy I baby-sit for that it’s so nice for him to be able to pick up his boys while it is still daylight, but somewhere between supper and after supper it grew dark without my noticing it…6:00 being quite light and shortly after 6:30 it is DARK!