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,
in the dark.
© Lis Goodwin 2016
I hope you enjoyed this – when I saw the picture, I felt it called for a poem.
Lis Goodwin – your voce coach
Image credit: Circe Denyer Evening Empty Bench Free Stock Photo – Public Domain Pictures