The Evening. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The final leaf has fallen now.
The darkness is setting in from afar.
I hear the last goose fly overhead.
It goes to lands beyond our stars.
The winter has reared her head again.
The summer just a memory now.
What is gone before is lost then found.
As I sit here drinking tea and looking all around.
The lights come on, in the street outside.
They flicker and then they become brilliantly bright.
A black cat roams looking for its prey.
The best time to look at the end of the day.
Time to sleep, time to dream.
Time is flying by it seems.
Tomorrow morning awaits.
Hopefully with its bright blue sky and yellow sun beams.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .