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Nightfall
by Diane Paley DavisTime ticks slowly, softly by
As Night begins to gently drop
Its deep blue blanket upon us,
And wraps us tenderly within it,
While adorning us with jeweled stars,
And guiding our paths with moonlight,
And filling the air with music
Of crickets and rustling trees.
Time ticks slowly, softly by,
As Night begins to say good-bye
To another day. 04/11/1976 Posted on 11/22/2005
Copyright © 2025 Diane Paley Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by W. Mahlon Purdin on 11/22/05 at 02:20 AM It's so gentle, like a lullaby, Diane. I read it over and over; it was full of gratitude and contentedness. Rare, sometimes, in today's poetry. I'll go find some of your others. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 11/23/05 at 09:56 PM "Time ticks slowly, softly by,
As Night begins to say good-bye
To another day."
These three lines sit particularly well on the tongue. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/01/05 at 01:44 AM Nice to read....Charlie |
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