Poetry Friday

Evening
it begins
slowly, hushed silence reigns
twilight comes
the poet’s pondering hour
sky is midnight-blue wool skeined
it gives way
yields to misty dove-grey hues
dusk invites
lifting the thin curtain
listening to heaven’s news
I watch and sigh
sky gazing, looking lazy
magnetised
by all this night offers us
and let it amaze me
warm rose tint
seeps into my consciousness
filling clouds
I drink in pale burgundy
while tumbling into rest
ash and embers
tangerine glow tinged with red
a burning fire
vivid sky lit up for miles
I put my troubles to bed

Joy Lenton