Now the day is over.

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 mass.
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

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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