Now the day is over.

A glosa

 

 

Now the day is over.

Night is drawing nigh

Shadows of the evening

Creep across the sky.

 

Tribute to

 

Sabine Baring Gold 1865

 

Now the day is over.

 The blue twilight falls.

I see shadows hover

Hiding garden walls.

 

Night is drawing nigh.

The bustle of the day.

 Fades as the minutes fly.

I find time to pray.

 

Shadows of the evening.

Congregate en masse.

 Soothing and relieving.

All my worries pass.

 

Creep across the sky.

Where they go I do not know.

Nor the reason why.

Gladly I let them go.

 

Wednesday, 13 June 2012