This is an unpolished and unedited poem – but, sometimes, they are better like that. Inspired by a Norfolk sunset.
Early August sunset peeped cheekily
Through trees, closing her eyes
To day’s pleasures.
Sleep drenched night owl
Blinked, considering night’s feast
And chattering children slowly wound down
With stories and teddy bears.
Velvet darkness crept unnoticed
Starlight a string of fairy lights;
Christmas come early.
Adults leant to wine glasses
Drinking in the peace
Day’s happiness a cloak
As evening’s chill settled.
Early August sunset
A smile on my skin.
© Liz MacKenzie