Here in this poem night steals on - and day says its goodbye like the words of a departing friend heard when it floats along the shadows of trees. Evening is a delightful time of tranquility- the close of a busy life placid and serene and seems to promise that all shall be at peace beyond in the tenderness of the night

Natures Garden

I went into natures garden
And stood by an old crumbling wall
There in the evenings holy hour
Comes the thrush’s sweet carol call

In tree tops tall, dark against
The soft light of a cloudless sky
Evening birds flutter to life
To chirp to sing and rising fly

Moments of awe sweep over me
Fading and burning dim
Slowly as the sun is sinking
In softness over the world’s rim

Over a sliding moonlit sea
Water in a deep stream
Always a place for birds to sing
Giving peace to wild things

Flowers fragrant in summer air
Bow their obedient heads
As in a Benediction Prayer
Athough a word is never said

Wrapped in a mantle of twilight
Her cloak of silvery grey
Night like a mother steals downwards
To banish the burning day

Arms open wide with cool comfort
To all that is living whispering low
Of that deep and peaceful silence
That only her sleepers know

Merciful night is holding
The earth close to her breast
It’s time to rest and dream now
Yes my loves it is time to rest

Beryl McMullen