The golden hour

The golden of the evening
is a lovely thing to see
glistening on forsythia
and shining off its leaves

Particularly through the strands
of our new sunscreen door
colourful it gently sways
which is what we bought it for

And there is birdsong out there
as the sunset it arrives
a joyful song to end the day
and the pleasure it derives

By and by the setting sun
will slowly fade away
as night time comes to take a hold
at the closing of the day

But now until that time arrives
I'll enjoy this respite here
within the subtle warmth of June
we have this time of year

©Jemverse

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