At eight o'clock as the sun
Dipped below the rooftops
I sat in the garden with a
Coffee laced with Scotch.
The heat of the day slowly
Evaporating in that special
Time of twilight when nature
Becomes silent and still.
Only the birds above winding
Their way back to their nests
Flying in ‘V' formations in
The still blue breathless sky.
The rose shrub had blossomed
And was waiting for its evening
Drink, its red petals contrasting
With the green grass, where
Red and yellow dahlias caressed
The twilight, where by morning
Old petals will have given way
To new buds softly emerging.
Slowly, evening's cape casts
Its shadow, an empty cup waits to
Be taken inside in a growing evening
Chill ending the evening siesta.
I just looked for the comment I had posted sometime back. But it is missing. Vagaries of ph.. And congratulations, David. This poem ranks #20 in the BestMemberPoems today
Thanks for you comments Unnikrishnan, it seems to take ages for readers comments to arrive.
Oh, So truly Captivating! .. Such Amazing beauty and feeling written into this! .. Way Beyond #S! .. You are ever so gifted! ..+++++++++++++++++++
Colorful and picturesque expression of nature in twilight zone. Beautiful poem. The sentences 'Red and yellow dahlias caressed The twilight, where by morning Old petals will have given way To new buds softly emerging.' are really picturesque.
This poem continues its journey to the top. Today @#16. Congratulations, David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I was there with you with an hot chocolate
Then LeeAnn you would see my long grey hair, long grey beard, bottle-stop glasses, wooden leg and walking stick!
Dear David, you made yourself unattractive, but LeeAnn has set up her mind, don't you think so?