A garden in the hush of eventide,
all work has stopped, the buds have closed in sleep.
A summer place, we saunter side by side.
Above, a crescent moon is set to peep
shyly on our bliss, both satisfied
and sad the day is ending glorified.
Reluctantly we turn our steps aside
towards the setting sun that dips below
the trees that line the riverside
with red-streaked colour statement. It must go,
to stay away for hours, just to preside
on other summer places we don’t know.
We turn again, prepared to go inside
as night must fall, the moon will still to abide.
©Vivienne Blake 2010