The Evening

To paint a picture

With nothing but words...

The sun bade farewell
Painting the sky vivid hues
The clouds were tinted red
Yellows, purples, maybe a bit of blues

Birds frolicked on the horizon
On the way home to their nest
They said goodnight to a day well spent
Eager to give their wings some rest

The strange light bathed
The world in colorful array
For just a moment time
Minutes and seconds seem to sway

Clouds floated lazily
Never in a rush or hurry
As the big ball of fire crept
Toward horizon's line without tarry

Yes, the Evening is here
Proclaming the Night to come
Heralding the stars and the moon
Saying, "Hark! Hark! Here they come."