Thoughts on Evening – a poem by Lis Goodwin


The dark looms,

like a tall man getting closer.

And the trees seem to bleed,

shimmering their darkness

into the reflected blue water of evening.


Lights drip, rippling and pouring;

spilling carelessly towards you

as the water moves.


And the softest sound,

the gentlest warm breeze

caresses the grasses and comforts your soul,

your ear,

in the dark.


© Lis Goodwin 2016


I hope you enjoyed this – when I saw the picture, I felt it called for a poem.

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voce coach


Image credit: Circe Denyer Evening Empty Bench Free Stock Photo – Public Domain Pictures


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