Music Of The Evening Chorus

Across the sky at dusk,
the clouds of night descend.
The sun has set itself to sleep
as the moon raises its head.
Lovers walk the quiet lanes
arm in arm
as the music of the evening chorus
fills the cooling air.
The lovers stop occasionally
to kiss and cuddle a while.
As the music of the night
rings in their ears.

3 May 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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