Sunset is on the Run
The evening frost
When I’m lost the evening frost
moves in waves of mist
and yet I walk and do not baulk
yet wonder what I’ve missed.
A shadow walks in front of me
I’m followed by the sun
the fading light of the night
sunset is on the run.
O’er the hills and valleys
shadows merge into the mist
the evening bird sings soulful songs
the nighttime can’t resist.
Light threads through the forest fringe
and drifts quite like a vision
of the spark that starts the fire
in spontaneous ignition.
Deep inside the evening sky
shadows paint the purple heather
colours of deep gray and gold
brush o’er oncoming weather.
The shadows from the flickering fire
Draws lightening in vivid patterns
across the walls of silent sentinels
dripping boughs of swinging lanterns.
Shadows crossed across the moon
Storm clouds crowd in the west
blanketing moonbeams in the air
then softly come to rest.
The sleeping shadows keep waiting
to feed off new light beams
and fall in silhouette reflections
in nights of endless dreams.
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David Rudder
1st July 2013
Thanks for reading.
