Across the meadows bells are ringing.
Overhead the birds are winging
homewards to their roosting place
As twilight falls, the hour of grace
which separates the day from night.
When darkness overcomes the light,
the western sky is tinged with red
The weary sun retires to bed
the sky takes on a darker hue
changing from ice to midnight blue.
Then one by one the stars appear
against the blue as beacons clear.
I sit and watch contentedly
as quietude envelopes me.
27-Apr-08
A mellow and soothing poem Ivor! A great read my friend! ! *10*! ! Best regards , Thad
Thank you for this: nothng but whar needs to be there, and consequently it sticks very pleaantly in the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful poem, Ivor! Descriptive and contemplative. You have a 10 from me -although I'm a little late and I could read this poem only now, : P