The scent of jasmine fills the air, <br />within my garden wall <br />while I sit in silence <br />awaiting the evening to call. <br />The sounds of the evening are heard, <br />as that nocturnal wake up call <br />as long shadowy fingers <br /> creep from the garden wall. <br />The sun begins to rest its head <br />as in the west it begins to fall <br />the sleepy sunset lights up the sky an orange glow <br />when the end of the day comes to call. <br /> <br /> <br />(5 May 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-the-day-6/
