Looking outside at the evening,
And watching the shadows fall,
Late sunshine embraces the old red brick
Of a propped up garden wall.
The slight movement of the branches
Of a ruby red berried tree,
Give a wonderful effect to the sunset,
And a comforting feel to me.
Peace arrives with the twilight,
And my busy mind wins repose.
All is at rest and a stillness descends
As the sky’s dark curtains close.
Truly magnificent.....I am in awe.......your writing rocks! ....marci.m.
That is such a warm and soothing piece......thanks for sharing: O)
This has a summer evening feel to it, very well pieced together, especially the first two stanzas, Thankyou Ernestine Love duncan X
The gift of your words makes me feel as a thief Just to see the red brick of which you so speak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work here Ernestine, wonderful imagery and beautifully described as always. Love, Andy xx