Day’s End Jul9 by melodylowes 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. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
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!
So, as clouds are nodding, I am going to my home just now! For today, I can stop work!
Sweet dreams! 🙂
I’m ready to set with the sun.
Me, too! Sweet dreams!
Each word is so apt!
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. 🙂
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!