Evening Falls

Image credit: David Carillet

Image credit: David Carillet

Evening falls
A cloak on a beggar’s shoulders
Meagre starlight sprinkled
like breadcrumbs on the firmament
Eclipsing the last rays of red and purple
heraldry of another day forgotten and lost

Evening falls
A silence rivalling the distant hum
of traffic on the freeways
headed blindly homeward bound
The melody the same each night
A rhythm older than the footfalls
down the darkly emptying streets

Evening falls
A wave of slumber beckons like a bearer
of oddly coloured, misshapen gifts
As into twilight’s dreaming each softly slips
Passengers of nighttime’s ragged train
Travelling fast across this lost terrain
But lighting weary travellers still
to home’s sweet warmth at last

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to Evening Falls

  1. Vef speak(s) says:

    This is beautifully worded poem.

  2. nice one! visit my blog please!!

  3. ionia martin says:

    Perfect photo to accompany such a beautiful and mysterious poem.

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