In the coming of night I feel the day slip away. In the last rays that crest the hill, I forget what disturbed my midday and nagged my afternoon. No monk am I, but there is a vesper in my heart at this hour. As if the monastery bell had rung and in the reeds of the lake I knelt. Swallows catch the last flies, before the chill descends with the night. I ache to follow the rays across the horizon, yet, there is peace in this twilight I fear to miss. The passing of my day, its light and its dark, not to be walked again.
13 thoughts on “Coming of Night”
Thank you. Delighted you visited.
This one is particularly beautiful.
Beautiful Noelle ❤
Thank you for stopping by and leaving a note. It was a perfect evening after a long day. Namaste, my friend.
Another photo of great beauty and moving words of poetry.
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Stunning, Noelle. I was just browsing your pages following your new IT post. This leaves me in hushed stillness, perfect for the beginning of my day today.. Thank you for sharing the way you see the world. Marlies
You are love and I’m going to have to thank Roy. What a promo he gave me. Thank you for taking him up on it and stopping in. Wherever you are in the world may it be a beautiful day, indeed.
I read this just as the sun disappeared and the skies began to darken. How perfect. Many thanks for sharing your gift of words and vision.
Many thanks for reading!!