Across the meadows bells are ringing. <br />Overhead the birds are winging <br /> homewards to their roosting place <br /> As twilight falls, the hour of grace <br />which separates the day from night. <br />When darkness overcomes the light, <br />the western sky is tinged with red <br />The weary sun retires to bed <br /> the sky takes on a darker hue <br />changing from ice to midnight blue. <br />Then one by one the stars appear <br /> against the blue as beacons clear. <br />I sit and watch contentedly <br /> as quietude envelopes me. <br /> <br />27-Apr-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quietude-for-m-lady-lucianne/
