As evening turns the sky’s lights low,
adding a chill into the air.
Another coat’s put on to wear,
to warm the body when cold winds blow.
Then from the gloom the stars ignite,
filling the eve with jewels fine.
Each one polished to brightly shine,
a backdropp spread before one’s sight.
Pitch darkness looms and clouds appear,
they hide the twinkling, sparkling gems.
And now a heavy mist descends,
in place of what before seemed so clear.
But morning glides onto the scene,
the sun beams down on early spring.
when all the birds in chorus sing,
as the land, all over, glows pristine.
© Ernestine Northover
I feel good reading this, Ern..your last lines really took my breath away. What a lovely piece..Your works seeps and sinks deeply here in my heart. I am very proud of you.. Love♥ ♥ ♥ Meggie
Ernestine, a beautiful reflection of a passing day in a poem with a sweet and gentle rhythm that steals the breath away. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have such an eye for the beauty and majesty of our natural world. Admiringly, chuck.