by kim blades, writer

The sun descends in the west

and an evening star would shine

except it is hidden behind a nest

of clouds as grey as brine.

Goodbye green fields and jaunty flowers

which next to the lake do grow

darkness has their colour quite overpowered

only horizon and water still glow.


The silence of the approaching night

devoid of chatter and birdsong

is looked upon with pure delight

by a moon whose wait has been long.



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