Poetry by Mike Smith
LAST LIGHTS Some colours glow as darkness falls Orange of bracken in the last light The sky’s pink, the grey of walls Some glories show at the brink of night Orange of bracken in the last light Stronger than in mid-day sun Some glories show at the brink of night Even in our endings much may be done Stronger than in mid-day sun This gloaming will not be for long Even in our endings much may be done Listen to the night bird’s song This gloaming will not be for long Tho’ blues grow richer as the light fades Listen to the night bird’s song Calling the shadows from their glades And blues grow richer as the light fades The sky’s pink, the grey of walls Calling the shadows from their glades Some colours glow as darkness falls
Mike Smith lives on the edge of England where he writes occasional plays, poetry, and essays, usually on the short story form in which he writes as Brindley Hallam Dennis. His writing has been published and performed. He blogs at www.Bhdandme.wordpress.com
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