My Poetry, Sonnet

An Evening Sonnet

The evening settles down upon the tired ground
and suns explode in colors bright across the skies
as flying fowl descend upon the naked branches round
while charging clouds across the sunken heavens fly.
The sun has set and lights are lit inside,
Our daily work complete, the day is done.
The brew is drunk, the food’s consumed and plied,
all men rejoice in lighting soft and dun.
In silence man and beast have settled for the night
they come to roost with friends and kin and trope.
The dark’s a time to rest and heal from daily fights
and home’s a place to grow and rest in hope
The night has settled in.
The light is coming in.

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