Aine Carroll

Days End

My favourite time of the day is when it ends.
Everything slows down and takes a breath.
The sun no longer shining retreats to renew eastern shores.
Plants release there potent notes to entice you out.
And that smell of jasmine fills the air.
The sky is now a silver hue, waiting for the stars to peep through.
Fewer cars drive by and I heave a sigh for my favourite time of day.
This twilight, This dusk, This night.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 27, 2010

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  • IamNo body (7/8/2010 6:55:00 PM)

    Enchanting! My favourite time of the day as well, but I could possibly never write that with your kind of simple elegance

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