It Pays To Reflect At The End Of Day Poem by Reginald Reid

END OF DAY

Sunset shades of orange, bronze and gold
tinged with fading softest blue
paint the sky amongst the clouds of white but greying hue.
A filigree of silhouetted trees defines horizon's open seas
while stealthily the night approaches with its treasure chest of ease.

There is no silence yet, birds take up their roost
with evening calls their bond to boost
until their calm of quietness heralds a moon in brightest dress.
All the golden heavenly fingers now no more may linger
nor gold embroider clouds that may inspire the singer.

Cooler, calmer, rest arousing
or times of festive loud carousing
time for dark deeds or for loving.
In darkness born so many deeds
some good some bad and scattered seeds.

Then the silence
The sensation of beating heart alone
Drumming in a body now supine, at home
Shallowing breaths, muscle tension now relaxed
Spinning mind no longer taxed.