Evening comes again
Taking its turn
With quietness once again.

As daylight starts to fade.
The sunset meets the night
With its radiant colors
To look upon the shore
nestled and so adorned.

The evening air
Blows with a rhythm
As I look up to the sky
I'm warmed by the sunsets light.

The evening comes again
But soon must close
The tune it brings
For morning treasures
Are ready to sing

I attempt to linger awhile
Under the reflections this night
Looking for the morning door
To open too whatever's in store

Another day arrives
But I marvel at the evening
Filled with silence
and memories--
Thinking back--of past stories
The evening speaks
"With Quietness"

©Janet Ford March,2003