By Mike Turner The sun’s warm crimson rays Signal the end of day Cool dusk is gaining way At eventide Eventide Lay down your woes and cares And with a loved one share The calm and stilling air At eventide Eventide No longer need we toil To make our loose ends meet The simple needs … Continue reading Eventide

Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Reddish Eventide As the sky turns from a light gray to orange. streetlamps now hang albeit a fallow pale Bluebirds gather upon the wires and poles the morning sun makes feathers feel warm coot and cormorant soar down the shoreline white terns hastily skim along wave crests large fishing boats race to leave the harbor … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield