At Sundown
My day is winding down to its mellow end,
trailing the burnt-off ash of its dissipated energy.
Once-wild winds, trapped by the cooling night,
curl into hollows, exhaling trails of mist through the trees,
nourishing the night air with tomorrow’s dew.
Very lovely, rich colors. “Nourishing the night air with tomorrow’s dew” is a great line.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, Marilyn.
LikeLike
Good work, getting mellow and energy into the first two lines! A lovely description of dusk!
LikeLike
Thanks, Janet.
LikeLike
So dreamy and beautiful!
LikeLike