Mosquitoes buzz around
I’d rather them in the ground
The sun has hid from view
As I sit and write to you
Bird song fills the air
Joy for the night not despair
Trees bend as the wind blows
Longer now grow the shadows
The temperature drops as the day ends
And light to darkness now descends
I have spent my time with dusk today
Now that night has ended my day
© 2016, Craig Lincoln. All rights reserved.
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4 Comments for “Afternoon”
Ellen Best
says:As I read this the words raced pushed me on quicker than I wanted, then I realised it was your words being driven in the wind. You don’t need to be told you are good at this poetry malarkey.
Craig Lincoln
says:Thank you for your thoughts Ellen cheers
Tim Hillebrant
says:I liked this, Craig. The first stanza really got my attention. The rest kept it. Nicely done!
Craig Lincoln
says:Thanks for reading Tim cheers