The Day Says Goodnight
The day gets ready to say goodnight.
It just gives in, there’s no big fight.
The waxing Moon has raised its head,
The sun is drifting down to bed.
Wild birds sing the day goodbye,
Raptors soar, with one last cry.
They’ve had their supper, it’s time to roost,
As the river swells, bulging, from rainfalls boost.
Black clouds gather, eve’s curtains draw,
Raindrops drizzle, then start to pour.
With elements left to their watery plight,
I wave farewell, then switch off the light.
17th March 2019
As I walked, it was refreshing to experience the whole ambience of a pleasant evening, with the fresh smells of rain, with the sun still shining. It lasted until about three quarters of the way home..then the heavy rain returned. Oh well, it was nice, while it lasted!