Close of Day – Jenny Stone

Burning gold leaning to the earth,

Shafts of light flicker through drooping leaves.

The heat of the day eventually dispels.

The blue sky melts

into the diffusion of greens, orange and pink.

 

My eye is drawn to the brilliant point on the horizon

as nearer farms and woodlands blur into the greys of darkness.

The clouds burst out with rich rose linings

as the sun slips silently away from view.

The colours fade.

A star appears.

 

I blink – such as short lapse of time –

The sky is filled with a myriad of stars.

A silvery moon, of softer hue,

creeps up from the other side of my world,

wordlessly declaring

the realm of night reigns.