Night Fall Poem by Phil Soar

As night falls,
the scenes resplendant in the day retreat
The lamp lights come on,
in the dark and busy street
And yet in hours to come,
the street will sleep until
The dawn approaches slowly,
from atop the hill

The silence through the night,
a deep and shallow calm
No longer keeping daylight,
or the earlier warm
Retreating to a cold and silent darkened night
Until the warming sun returns,
at morning light