Evening Comes Again

This evening sneers, lurks and is snooty,

and dares to look through my window,

peers like something with substance,

gawps into that mirror on the wall.

Yes, evening, you ogle.

Your black glance is on my glass of wine.

showing your low lordliness,

condescending in your awesome manner of night,

sitting there with your supercilious sight, scoffing, gazing.

Who are you?

When will you cease to be night,

become the radiance that will be tomorrow?

Yet you'll sit throughout that day

awaiting its darkening moments.

Oh, yes, light will soon be you, night,

and scoff at me with your dark, dark face.

(May 2022)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perfect description of how night lurks...puts the radiance of a day into the shadows...covertly allowing
the darkness of people to creep in, unseen.
j.