Evening Calm

As dusk drapes the sky, The world gently exhales—
Colors blend softly,
Golden hues trace the clouds
Like the final stroke of a brush.

The stars awaken in shy whispers, And the moon clings to the horizon, I walk in this beautiful glow,
Where shadows play among the trees, And night spins the stories of stars,
Wrapping me in their sweet embrace.

• Robert Bly