When Day Ends

Reads: 363  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 4

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The wonder of nature


When Day Ends

I have been here so many times before,
heard the sigh of the sea caress the shore;
peace and tranquillity float placidly in the air
greeting all with scarcely a ripple there.
I watch her fashion sands in a crown of foam
that diminishes when she returns to her home.

I lift my head and gaze with wondering eyes
at the shadows that cover distant hills and skies;
a drum roll of thunder heralds the rain
on this sombre, summer day, when I came,
bringing the clouds on the verge of tears
and cries from the gulls, voicing their fears.

When day ends and sunlight goes to rest,
the sea kisses goodnight shore's unruffled breast.


 


Submitted: October 03, 2014

© Copyright 2021 Margaret Snowdon. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Erana

I have no words to describe your work.
She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live
~Annie Dillard.
I think those words were written for me.
Beautiful Poem
~E

Sat, October 4th, 2014 11:36am

Author
Reply

thank you so much for reading, Erana - Margaret

Mon, October 6th, 2014 7:39am

Margaret Snowdon

Thank you so much, Erana - I'm pleased you enjoyed it. Margaret

Sat, October 4th, 2014 1:40pm

Amy Furzane

This is beautiful. The way you describe how the day ends by using nature, it's so interesting. Great work! :) -Amy

Sun, October 5th, 2014 3:11pm

Author
Reply

So pleased you enjoyed it - thank you, Amy. Margaret

Mon, October 6th, 2014 7:27am

kjforce

Your words painted a picture in my mind and brought back memories of when I stood above the water at the White Cliffs of Dover to scatter the ashes of my Father. It was just before sunset , and days' end.
Beautiful write. kjforce

Wed, October 15th, 2014 2:00am

Author
Reply

Thank you so much,kjforce - I've been to the White Cliffs of Dover many times when we lived in Kent. Margaret

Wed, October 15th, 2014 6:06am

Facebook Comments

Other Content by Margaret Snowdon