I walked out one evening, , <br />as the sun was setting low. <br />Trees were whispering in the breeze, <br />as it yielded a gentle blow. <br />Skies transformed to reddish hues, <br />as my feet crossed o’er the ground, <br />Then along the path by the brook, <br />dead leaves lay scattered all around, <br />Birdsong filled the loud silence, <br />one last song, for twilight creeps. <br />The sun has set behind the trees, <br />as the darkness its vigil keeps. <br /> <br />I walked out one evening, <br />observing such beauty spread. <br />To experience the colours, <br />orange and gold so finely wed. <br />The music of the water, <br />as it trickled down the stream. <br />Such peacefulness, silent, calming, <br />a perfect floating tranquil dream. <br />Now as the day is ending, <br />such visions assail the eyes, <br />One royal sky ‘s magnificent, <br />enhanced by the night’s fireflies.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-walked-out-one-evening/
