Thursday, August 13, 2015

So Comes the Night

Soft-rolling like a sea
Across a lea of gold
Dusk snuffs the hillside
And its tree
Into blue fold

The color-world of day
Grows dim then disappears
Upon a stage
Of charcoal gray
The cricket cheers

The pretty afternoon
Dons dewy-kissed twilight
An angel pins
The sky with moon
So comes the night

© Janet Martin

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Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed by the visit! I welcome and appreciate, if thought you care to speak; the value and the input of compliment or critique