Dusk is rising from the gullies,
gathering beneath the trees
lifting the last light up their trunks,
ripening it from gold to rose as it climbs.
To the east, the blue earth-shadow
like a distant sea overflowing the hills
slowly merges into the deepening sky.
To the west, the sun drops below the ridge,
the last day-light staining the clouds.
Stars appear in the indigo depths.
I am trying to walk every evening for at least half an hour, so I’m seeing a lot of sunsets at the moment (and hence also the high fraction of evening poems on the blog at the moment). And it’s occurred to me that night does not fall, at least not in the bush – it rises, flowing up from the valleys and gullies. It’s day that falls from the sky.
The photo is from this evening’s walk, looking west. I should have taken one to the east as well – maybe tomorrow.
Linking to dVerse OLN, I’m sorry to miss another live one… maybe next time I will set the alarm to join in, I just need to figure out the time difference.