In twilight’s grasp, the world laid bare, A tranquil breeze stirs warmth and grace, As every sound draws one to care, In silence, through the sky’s embrace.

The stars emerge, a quiet throng, Each pinprick holds a distant dream, And moons, like silvered coins, bestow A gentle light upon the stream.

Here time is held within a breath, And life flows freely as the tide, In nature’s arms, I find my rest, A solace in the evening wide.

• T E Lawrence