EVENING
When evening cools a torpid land
The day's dormancy starts to stir
Footprints mar the cooled sand
Showing where strollers once were
Walking the evening beach
The scent of ocean in your nose
Wishing you could reach
The starlit sky that glows
A fragrant ocean breeze
Carries a familiar smell
Whispers through tall palm leaves
And the sound of a distant buoy bell
A sunset gift wraps another day
And sends it to the night
While you find your quiet way
To the warmth of morning daylight
©Copyright August 6, 2007 by Terry D. Sutherland
This poem inspired the poetic narrative, Evening
©Copyright August 6, 2007 by Alison

