Over the earth seeps a somnolent sea
Washing the colours of day from the lea
Tucking the hollows and hills out of view
Beneath a blanket of dust-scented dew
Turning bright tincture to deep blue and gray
Brushing the world outside windows away
Snuffing last rays of daylight like a spark
Crescent moon hangs like a smile in the dark
Cricket song wafts; vibrating staccato
The night is soft like a black velvet throw
The heart is torn as dusk oozes away
For every night summer loses a day
Gathered like sheaves into Bygone’s vast bin
Until the harvest of August is in
Weaning the sedge of its sheen, green and blithe
Keening the edge of Has Been like a scythe
Stars froth the night like a grand Mystery
Big dipper held by a Hand we can’t see
All that we know off by heart disappears
Though night's artist is unchanged through the years
Dipping his brush into ebony stream
Painting his pictures while well-wishers dream
Tossing across every meadow and lawn
Diamonds to dazzle the dreamers at dawn
© Janet Martin
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