The golden hour

The golden of the evening
is a lovely thing to see
glistening on forsythia
and shining off its leaves

Particularly through the strands
of our new sunscreen door
colourful it gently sways
which is what we bought it for

And there is birdsong out there
as the sunset it arrives
a joyful song to end the day
and the pleasure it derives

By and by the setting sun
will slowly fade away
as night time comes to take a hold
at the closing of the day

But now until that time arrives
I'll enjoy this respite here
within the subtle warmth of June
we have this time of year

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Saving Grace

Slowly dusk descended
and it got really hard to see
but the birdsong in the evening sky
was great for Sal and me

And though we’ve said it here before
we really love this place
and though a broken record-like
it is our saving grace

Without it I am quite convinced
stir-crazy we would be
so it’s a special privilege
this field to weekly see

And when we left this evening
night had bled into the day
which made it kind of special
in a really lovely way

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Testament befitting

The pastel pink of evening
was in the sky tonight
as I sat writing poems
and caught the lovely sight
So with my i-phone there I captured it
before it went away
attesting to the passing
of another lovely day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Mist ethereal

The mist above the river
was ethereal today
most evident on the bypass
as back home we made our way
The golden of the sunshine
like a yellow echo there
as we drove into the spectral
which consumed most everywhere

And an eerie still descended
as we switched our headlights on
to light the way before us
as through the murk they shone
But as we headed eastward
the mist was left behind
and the golden of the evening
was once more there to find

©Jemverse

Photo – mist rising over the Adur valley, Shoreham, A27 bypass – Jempics

Firepit

Flames in the firepit
as evening draws in
and I’m out as the sun dies away
The crack from the wood
is a comfort and good
here at the end of the day

The glow mesmerises
the embers turn red
with woodsmoke sweet on the air
When a beer tastes devine
and the pen is sublime
with the words that I capture to share

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Evening of the day

Tonight I found a sunset
as the river trickled slow
and the deeper blue of night arrived
above the golden glow

It was peaceful there and quiet
not another soul around
so I revelled in the moment
of that special place I’d found

And breathed the air around me
watched the light slip-slide away
as the sunset disappeared
at the evening of the day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Curtain call for the year

It’s the night time now
the end of line
And, like ships in the night
with silent ci-devant passing
this is the shadow time

Fading now the old year slips
gracefully away
And, with quiet acquiescence
welcomes the dawning of
a bright-clad newborn day

Not long now for the waiting
the new year beams
And, as the last curtain call looms
waiting quietly in the wings
There’s promise here it seems

©Jemverse

Fading light; silver sea

The silver sea lay still and calm
as dusk gathered round about
and on the shingle gazing
we watched it as the light went out
The evening faded into night
as it crept in from the west
A perfect spectacle for us
on the beach where it is best

©Jemverse

 

Mirrored sea

Sea shines as a mirror
As night time gathers round
The breeze the faintest whisper
Waves break without a sound

Dark line on the horizon
the night time gathers haste
and silvering close into shore
runs fast as it is chased

Spellbound, we pause with wonder
Enraptured there we stand
Watching mirrored evening vanish
quietly, hand in hand

©Jemverse

 

A song for sunset

Liquid gold on the riverbed
poured out by the setting sun
As it waves a fond farewell
to a day that’s now undone

Dusk falls over Shoreham
underneath an azure sky
blending in with reds and golds
as its lover happens by

And as evening falls o’er darkened sea
they meet there hand in hand
The daytime bride, the evening groom
upon the dampened sand

This is a song for sunset
A lovers’ sweet refrain
Sung by Summer’s dulcet tones
As evening falls again

©Jemverse

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