Evening Poem by Sarah Kirsch

Exuberantly the green changes
From lighter to darker loveliness
Strongly the sun now extracts
The light from the trees
Before it slinks off, the flowers
Village cocks in the morning, welcome
The evening with velvet colours
In the floods of ripe fields
Tardy tractors lurch
The sky grows plum blue
And on the tongue still burns
The bite into the fly agaric
O you good sunken cities
Here things are cheerful and happy
Even the dark begins
In glow and splendour.