Evening Spread.
Venturing into cool late afternoon,
Phoebus hazily
parts twilight's early face and pushes
herself roundly
between clouds,beats the moon with
mellow light and outpaces
this dying day
by creating dim gloaming.
Bounding forth dog dashes, splashes
ahead
We follow more slowly, both
eyeing home
Yet wanting a taste of this fine
evening spread.
As empty beach beckons we welcome
the link
between daylight and dark, greet the
first star
and bid goodbye to the blue,
as old Sol sinks.
Then turning for hearth and home see
parting day take
a last bow, and leave a pale promise
of milder tomorrow,
half-light now obscuring any more sun,
day is done,
dies, and, as it kisses
goodbye the moon silvers both sea and
green moors.
The glory of evening lies installed.
its amazing how words can "paint" pictures ~ beautiful Fay !
A softly penned poem. Love your use of the word 'gloaming', one sadly omitted from current vocabulary and the images here that are as unusual as they are lyrical. 'Phoebus hazily parts twilight's early face and pushes herself roundly between clouds.' is particularly captivating. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
a beautiful quiet moment in time, and its seems I have walked with you as a reader
My fair lady thou talkest of my local beach 'Dreamtime beach' and you must live there for your detail is perfect, thanks and regards
what a glorious picture!
Wow Fay! you weave the words into images like a bard of old. It left me feeling as though I could see the empty beach once you had retreated inside, and in the darknesss, two sets of footprints in the sand (woven with one set of dogprints), like an echo of your passing through as day turned to night. I love it! :) kath xxx
what a beautiful spread of words here....to capture that magical time...wished the walk would never end....!