The Evening...

The fresh breath of the evening breeze...
The crimson splashes on the evening sky...

I stand 'neath them shady trees...
With branches low and the path below...

The crisp air and the fallen leaves...
Play the swan song for today...

Birds and cattle drift back home...
As Mother Earth watches easy and away...

Nought have I my heart fixed...
Drifts easy as the caressing breeze...

The day draws close to its elegant end...
As drops of dusk fall among the grass...

Like a distant dream at that late hour...
I hear the soft silence weighing down...

I watch as the night breaks in...
With the bright stillness of the pallid Moon...