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.
Beautiful interpretation of the night sky. And I liked the title. 🙂
Thanks Kitty 🙂
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This is exquisitely lovely!
Thank you Zelda ❤
You’re most welcome 🙂
Soft and lovely, just how light rises to welcome the night and stars.
Thanks Lisa!
You’re welcome.
Beautiful descriptions…
Thanks Ain 🙂
Beautiful, Kate!
Thank you Ingrid!
i love your take here; the night rising as the sun is setting.
Thanks Hobbo 🙂
I think maybe night falls in cities, where the sky darkens but lights stay on below. But in hilly countryside the valleys are dark long before the sky.
Thinking about it, and I do think sometimes, that is so true!👍
This is breathtakingly beautiful! 💝💝
Thanks Sanaa ❤
Wonderfully conceptual work, delivered with meisterpoetic skills. Thanks.
Wow… thanks Ron ❤ ❤
That’s an interesting distinction, nightfall as opposed to nightrise. Natural subjects are, of course, a poetic mainstay and i enjoyed yours very much.
Thank you 🙂
As I commented above to Hobbo I think it may be a rural/urban divide.
I think there is a fine compilation evolving here. There is nothing better for heart, mind, body and soul than walking / cycling in the bush.
Thanks Sean, and I think you’re right. I’m going to try really hard to maintain the habit this year.
You are so right, night rises gently. Lovely.
Thank you 🙂
You are welcome.
I enjoyed this post especially the last line in the first stanza of the poem where you use the word “ripening” to describe how the light turns from gold to rose. “Ripening” describes this magic celestial event perfectly. I will look at sunsets a bit differently now. Thanks. 🙂
Thanks LuAnne ❤
I also walk both morning and evening… and right now my walks in the morning let me meet the dawn, while the sun has already set when it’s time for my evening walk…
I’m only walking in the evening at the moment, although I should add a morning walk to my routine. Sunset is at about 2030 here at the moment. 🙂
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I’m on this walk with you! Beautiful descriptive writing.
Thanks Lillian!