Evensong 27/09/2014 by adeeyoyo 3 Comments . The skirt of evening falls gently enfolding hills and dales in purple haze; these are the days where twilight wraps branches as they bow and the flames of the setting sun dive headfirst into the golden meadow. The morrow waits just o’er the hill with bated breath, beyond the heath, and God keeps watch both day and night to see His will be done. . ©Denise G Allen, 27 September 2014 17:10 Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: adeeyoyo I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
27/09/2014 at 10:44 pm
Lovely poem and lovely landscape in header.
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28/09/2014 at 4:08 am
and tomorrow will be…one way or another…and what is in store for us…god knows…smiles.
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30/09/2014 at 12:57 pm
I know it’s can be an overused and/or insipid word, but …
lovely.
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