Evening waits

by Jem Croucher

 

Evening bides its time for me
Welcome with an easy chair
And, parting in the early hours
It’s always waiting for me there

Evening knows the rest I need
from the rigours of the day
Awaits with closing rays of sun
and respite from the frack and fray

Evening has a fragrant whim
with Jasmine heavy in the air
And returning to its welcome arms
I am at peace when I am there

 

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