Rest and Be Thankful

Shadows are fading

along the wall.

And somewhere a bird

            gives out a last call.

The candied air

            is a pastel shower.

As nearer we draw

            to the soft sunset hour.

Petals are furled

            over faces windblown.

Most growing in groups

            a few on their own.

Small furry paws

            haste home through the gloaming.

With darkness approaching

            they mustn't be roaming.

The evening feels soothing

restoring tired flowers.

Tiny creatures are cradled

            within their green bowers.

Harvest moonglow is mellow

            like the lullaby breeze.

Nature is resting

            and thankful for these.

By M. Kennedy