Nightfall...

 

Mellow mantle melts across the frosted, fallow countryside

Twilight tweaks the cheeks of heavens; rosy like a blushing bride

Loveliness dissolves desire in the duskiness of day

Earth is like an ancient lyre that the wings of angels play

Nightfall tips the flask that drips with task that slips into adieu

Vexing visage with the velvet vintage of soft pink and blue

Tucking, like a clucking mother hen, earth’s brumal brood beneath

Winter’s outspread wing while winnowing the world of hill and heath

Nature nods, applauds the Artist that can steal the heart away

Farewell unfolds pinpoint sparkles on the arc of darkened day

Night descends, like a black stallion motionless upon a beach

While the moon like a medallion dangles just beyond our reach

© Janet Martin