When Day Is Done For M' Lady Tara Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.

22-Dec-08

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