Early Autumn Evening Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Early Autumn Evening



The East coast Dublin sky now dims,
and greys the earlier blue,
the day is calmed and gone.
The Virginia creeper, russet,
changes the garden hue,
and curls its creeping colored leaves
around the fence and gate.

The moon takes charge, high above the steeple.
Its light, through the rain dropped leaf tips,
makes of the Magnolia a Christmas tree,
glistening like a pearl lit necklace,
of sparkling light, in the garden,
evening light to night light lit.

The urban fox prepares his beat,
to stroll and search, a night watch.
The cat gone homeward to its basket,
the dog within, stretches by the fire,
as wisps of smoke from chimney
send the evening country scent as incense prayer.

The garden, in the nightlight, hides its cast,
as if a curtained stage awaiting,
now shadows, that wait upon the light,
whose brightness comes with dawn.

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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