Soft summer skies, fading to grey,
heralding the end of another spring day.
Words flow from my pen onto pages white,
competing with the coming of sweet twilight.
On pillows like clouds I lay my head,
’tis time to sleep, tis time for bed.
This entry was posted on May 21, 2012 at 6:59 pm and is filed under General with tags dusk, nature, spring, summer skies, sunset, verse, writing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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These are so pleasant to read, Kate.
Thanks again, I hope so.
Thanks for all the “likes”, guys, you’re very kind.
Love this! I normally do my writing at night too, and it can be so hard to stop and say, “time for bed!” I relate to this poem.
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it.
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