Evening

EVENING Into a land that few have ever seen, I found myself, before a starry night, where flowers bloomed, and trees were evergreen, and summer rains were warm and filled with light. The drops would sparkle in the evening sun, and kiss the petals, just as lovers do, down moistened leaves and slender stems they'd run, to meet the earth, and bring forth life that's new. Through valleys blessed with love, I took my fill of life and love and secrets of the past, I drank in knowledge of this world, until tomorrow grasped the sun, and held it fast! I saw the joy of life that's born each day, until the darkness pulled the light away. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet