Unwind

Unwind. As a tiring day Unwinds And goes to rest Blue skies turn to grey Closing the lid On natures bountiful Treasure chest Blackbird on high Bids farewell With it’s sweet Retiring lament The wild daffodil Closes delicate its petals and folds Now the day is spent And the lilac tree gives off It’s heady scent The air still warm Clings to the night As a caressing breeze stares The barleycorn Wiry trees provide an eerie sight Void of exposing daylight The creatures of the night creep Amongst the foreboding shadows The silver river still runs deep While all creation sleeps Within the stillness The night waits The wakening sun at daybreak And another day born Once more painting the lush landscape With vibrant colour and spender Now night has rendered The Blackbird on high Now celebrates the birth of day With joyful heart and reprisal song As a new day story Lingers on. Peter Dome©2019.