Evening

The evening sky is a pale grey

and the temperature is steadily falling.

Bugs are flying around irritated as a gentle

rain begins to fall on the earth.

 

You can smell the rain on the air as the

sky gradually darkens and the last rays of the

sun dissappear and the moon begins to shine its

pale white light.

 

Evening is a magical time of the day.

That time between night and day when

the sun sets and the moon rises.

It's almost like being in two worlds at once.

 

The rain has stopped but the clouds promise more.

The moon has brightened its light fo soon it will

be night and it will dominate the sky in the suns place.

Reviews

[ruth]

Wow. this is an amazing poem, and i just love the figurative language, because i can see the evening just as you describe it.
love
-ruth