Day is dying, dignified,
slipping slow to sleep;
Night is sighing, signified
by a darkness deep.
Work is over, tasks complete,
hands allowed to rest;
Clouds are nodding as they greet
sunset in the west.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Oooh, I especially like the image of clouds “nodding”! Lovely poem, start to finish, Mel!
Thank you!! 🙂
A gentle ending to the day. And hey, we can see the red barn without snow!
Yippee!!!
So, as clouds are nodding, I am going to my home just now! For today, I can stop work!
Kisses
Sweet dreams! 🙂
I’m ready to set with the sun.
Me, too! Sweet dreams!
Each word is so apt!
Thank you!
You really should put a chapter-book of your poems together and submit it to a publisher. Your work is wonderful!
Thanks, Elizabeth. That’s actually the plan. Eventually. 🙂
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Love the soothing metaphors in this, Melody! Sleep well! 🙂
🙂 A day spent in my garden, with soothing thoughts and sore but happy muscles – a recipe for a great sleep!