A hint of lilac rides on the air,
lending fragrance to the evening breeze.
And a sapphire sky, of flawless blue,
frames the emerald leaves on the trees.
The sun, like a drop of molten gold,
slowly sinks, into a sea of fire.
And ebony drips, from the darkness,
as the diurnal creatures retire.
The hoot of an owl, pierces the dark,
shattering the silence of the night.
And teal silhouettes, morph into pitch,
as shifting shadows absorb last light.
Yet, the moon rises, at Her own pace,
gracing the night, with Her beaming face.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016