The Coming of the Night

Such peace.
The end of the day,
all work done,
time to wind down
as sun goes down
and bold brushed clouds
sail about the west,
their colours
and cheerful flow
as they tack to and fro
add to the tempo
and tinges
of this time.

Red,
all rimed in red,
normally a colour
of aggression, energy and vigour;
maybe it's been tempered
by the long, sideways journey
through Earth's sacred halo
- Gaia's thin band of air,
so all I feel is
a strengthened energy of peace.

As birds' songs fade
with the light,
and the scents of the day
settle with the sun,
all is in readiness
to turn east
and greet
fast approaching dusk
and the introspective pleasure
of nightfall.

© Kayleen White, 2008