Night falling
Night eats day,
stray clouds,
shrouds hang black,
slack sails, no swell,
bell or candle to light
night.
Flight, wind-gathered and slow,
glowing day done,
sun set,
yet still gold gleams,
streams behind the hill,
rill-bright, the blackbirds sing,
wing-flutter in hedge-home flight.
Poetry and Images
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This encompasses “falling”–both words and photo. (K)
I love the sounds in your poem, and that photo is stunning!
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome!🙂