A Late Evening Poem Poem by David Mitchell
A Late Evening Poem
The sun has sunk beneath the skies,
But leaves a soft warm glow behind;
And, climbing slowly down, he dies,
Like me to heavy rest inclined:
My eyes are drowsy and call for sleep;
For they were not long dark this morn:
I'll now let Rest upon me creep,
And slumber as the night is born.
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11/3/2025 9:37:40 PM # 1.0.0
Like this one lots. Short but beautiful and subtle. Lovely woven words. Love Ernestine XXX