Dusk has fallen

Yonder I see

colors of curtained sky unfolding

casting shadows upon still waters

Up close I noticed

a black raven, twig in its beak

hurrying to build its nest among the evergreens.

Creation I imagine

is a speechless experience

bestowed by the mighty hands above.

From afar I hear mother larks screeching for their young ones

soon to be interrupted by the occasional melody of a Piano

emerging from talented hands.

Quickly dark curtains invaded

starlight rising from distant skies

suddenly I heard a voice whispered

say goodnight to such a wonderful sight

for dusk has fallen.


Tricia Bethel 2003