The scent of jasmine fills the air,
within my garden wall
while I sit in silence
awaiting the evening to call.
The sounds of the evening are heard,
as that nocturnal wake up call
as long shadowy fingers
creep from the garden wall.
The sun begins to rest its head
as in the west it begins to fall
the sleepy sunset lights up the sky an orange glow
when the end of the day comes to call.
(5 May 2007)
Just a Beautiful scene you paint with you pen here.. David 10.. from me my friend...
Your poem made me capture the scene. What a lovely place... May inspiration always be with you. ~ Ann ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I stepped into that beautiful picture you painted and enjoyed every moment. Fabulous poem David, loved it.--Melvina--