Song Of Evening Poem by elysabeth faslund

Silent song of evening
Becoming softer in
Tone...as a hymn to
Evening begins...but

Not yet. Melodies we
Feel, finest crystal chords
In our hearts...we know.
The sun begins it's bow

To lengthening shadows,
Yet, gathering small guests,
Showing acorns, sweet grasses.
Full, warm feeling before

Night flies with wings of talons.
Not yet. Not yet.
The melody is not over yet...
Hear, feel the notes, little ones.