EVENING RAPPORT
WIND
Splashes of gold light fading day,
Where are all the bird songs going?
Feathered fun has left the wind,
To console silhouettes at shadow play;
MOON
Silence wind, tis time of slumber
When friend stars, in rust tipped humour,
Play at nighttime sparkle .
EVENING RAPPORT © gillena cox 2016
[inspired by 'Streamside exchange' by Nigerian poet John Pepper Clark]
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #78, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Written in response to
A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry
