Evening

Evening

Evening is the time of fading,
The time of wistfulness;
Eternal and transient.

It is the quiet sound of
The sighing daylight relaxing
Into comfortable darkness.

It is the wind-dropping stillness of
Breezes easing down
Into sleeping silence.

It is the gaudy sun
Relinquishing its riot of colours
With the last breath of the day;
Singing out shimmering shades,
And softening into
A gentle grey gloaming.

The north-westerly horizon
Spreads a translucent light,
Paints a Pre-Raphaelite sky,
Glowing from deepest Prussian Blue
Into all the golds of creation.

Sea shimmer and moon rise
Merge in a mesmeric union;
An elvish time of dimming day
And soaring starlight.

Timeless and fleeting.

? Elfstone 14/8/03