The Evening Sky

Soft and pale is the evening sky
Blue melts into pink and pink into softest peach
as night-time settles down
like soft feathers under a mother bird’s wings.

Clear and lightest white is the circle of moon
as it touches the Eucalypt leaves
that hang beside it as the sun sets.
Together they sing.
Rest awhile… rest awhile… whispers my soul
and enjoys its last visit to the House on the Hill.

Time ticks on and stops for no-one,
things change in life and the best one can do is
tread lightly,
breathe deeply,
love dearly,
and move a little more slowly through the days.