The Gloaming Poem by Helen Osbourne
The Gloaming
During the gloaming mother nature holds her breath.
She lowers her eyes and there is a eerie stillness much like that in a moment of silent prayer.
Night slides over her as her day is done.
Everything about her is now secret, hidden in the darkness just begun.
there is a eerie stillness much like that in a moment of silent prayer. sunset, stillness, prayer, these wonderful moments of mother nature....... just a fine poem in little words u convey a lot........ thank u dear poetess. tony
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A refined poetic imagination, Helen O. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.