Evening

EVENING Evening falls and wings are folded Darkness clothes the weary sky Birdsong awaits the daybreak And rest descends on all The battering hammer of the smithy The barking blade of the lumberyard Have led their surefooted dance Of sparks and spelks in ugly reel Silent, and uncertain now, the night creeps Chilling the ardent blade and ember. Distant dawn intones a dirge to the far Tumbling circles cold around each remote star ................................................. Other poems of mine, similar to this, are available at https://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/five/