The daytime was drifting over <br />As the sun began to sink <br />Like a phoenix in it's flamming nest <br />The oystercatchers pipping <br />Could be heard over everything <br />As they skimmed over the surface of the sea <br />Seagulls on the wing, called to each other <br />As they sought their nests on the cliffs <br />Creatures left behind by the sea's retreating <br />Now sought shelter under rocks in tiny pools <br />The sea gave the shore, one final goodnight kiss <br />Before beginning it's withdrawing <br />A soft gentle beeze ruffled the grasses <br />And the beach's salt laden flowers <br />That we would call weeds <br />All that now could be seen of the sun <br />Was the merest eye hurting red sliver <br />But the last softened beams, gave the sky a glow <br />And turned it almost green <br />Grey evening clouds became dramatically fiery <br />Then gradually the colour deepened <br />As the sun slipped below the horizon <br />All was quiet, except for the sea's sushing <br />The clouds and the sky gave way to darkness and stars <br />This was the passage of most autumn evenings <br />From twilight to dusk to night.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-evening-3/
