Nightfall

Photo by Thomas Bennie on Unsplash

The colours fall to the horizon

Intense shades of red, orange and purple

A mystic fire has drawn along the sky

The birds go to roost, and the people sigh

A hard day’s work is done,

Gone is the sun

A deep blue bleeds into the sky

The mystic fire smoulders,

Until the light is no more.

The world is rooted in comfort and solitude

Yet a weariness lingers in the dark

The urge to be curled up inside

Overtakes the urge to explore the world beyond one’s home

It is time to rest, nightfall has come.

Written by Miss Wren