I stood in deep and reverent awe <br />And looked upon those evening skies, <br />A rich and seamless sea of gold <br />That through the clouds did weave, <br />As shadows fell so long and dark <br />And crept across the grassy field, <br />Then slowly melted to the dusk <br />That still September's eve. <br /> <br />The embers smouldered in the hearth <br />As warming coals that held the light, <br />In rings of peace then floated by <br />And cooled as they went past, <br />Till swallowed by the mouth of time <br />And lost unto the ash that fell, <br />Each took away a part of me <br />Like dreams that could not last. <br /> <br />The trees then touched the fading hues <br />And stood like autumn silhouettes, <br />Above the sleeping foreground <br />As their branches calmly rose, <br />A breathless hush then filled the air <br />Upon the setting of the sun, <br />Those fingered rays before me shone <br />As day drew to a close. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright Andrew Blakemore 2009<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-skies/
