Shadows creep stealthily across the lawn,
Whilst night, unruffled, defies the dawn,
And the moon released from day's embrace,
Smiling, wakes up and shows his face
To this mystic world of the twilight hours,
When all our inherent courage cowers,
And the ghostly darkness closes in,
With haunting sounds of unknown origin,
As each creature ventures out, scurrying,
And time ticks along, but never hurrying,
It's then, when all strange murmurings fade away,
That the moon, returns to the embrace of the hours of day.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine, This is a lovely poem about something I love, a time when just for a magical moment things seem to stand still, and quiet, letting you savour the essence of life. Thankyou Egal..
A beautiful description. It reminds me of evening on the Serengeti.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mysterious embrace of nature calmed so beautifully by the moons guiding light, Love Duncan