As evening turns the sky’s lights low, <br />adding a chill into the air. <br />Another coat’s put on to wear, <br />to warm the body when cold winds blow. <br /> <br />Then from the gloom the stars ignite, <br />filling the eve with jewels fine. <br />Each one polished to brightly shine, <br />a backdropp spread before one’s sight. <br /> <br />Pitch darkness looms and clouds appear, <br />they hide the twinkling, sparkling gems. <br />And now a heavy mist descends, <br />in place of what before seemed so clear. <br /> <br />But morning glides onto the scene, <br />the sun beams down on early spring. <br />when all the birds in chorus sing, <br />as the land, all over, glows pristine. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-night-and-morning/
