Quietude or M lady Siddartha Beth

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Quietude

 

Across the meadows bells are ringing.

Overhead the birds are winging

 homewards to their roosting place

 As twilight falls, the hour of grace

which separates the day from night.

When darkness overcomes the light,

the western sky is tinged with red

The weary sun retires to bed

 the sky takes on a darker hue

changing from ice to midnight blue.

Then one by one the stars appear

 against the blue as beacons clear.

I sit and watch contentedly

 as quietude envelopes me.

 

27-Apr-08

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh my, this is stunning! Perfect flow and cadence with such vivavcious colors and mood. Excellent work.
Light,
Siddartha