Evening Sky - Poem by Angela Wybrow
It’s a little after quarter to seven,
When I raise my eyes up to heaven.
The milky moon emits an eerie light –
Not its normal pure, pearlescent light.
The sky is a misty midnight blue;
The moon is almost hidden from view:
It’s like a smoky smudge up in the sky,
With silvery clouds sailing on by.
The stars are up there shining bright,
But, by the clouds, they’re hidden from sight.
Darkness descends – his cloak unfurls,
And spreads itself across the world.
Around me is silence – all is still.
I shiver with the evening’s chill.
From the darkness, I want to hide.
I reach my house and I step inside.
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