Evening

Grey hills outlined in rosy glow,
Reflected by the setting sun.
Drifting clouds tipped with gold,
Another day is almost done.
In the purple twilight there,
Evening lights shine,golden lamps
Strung o'er hills and dales
Where rising mist the terrain damps,
With silver beads upon each blade
Of waving grass and heather bell,
To droplets spilling in the pool.
Of gleaming silence in the dell,
Rippling the sleeping surface,
Into rings of crystal splendour
Where the lonely bull frogs sings
His love song strong and tender.
Rosy fingers through the trees
Transform the pond to ruby wine,
As the sun sinks into slumber
Drowsy birds sing holy compline.

Leaving Home

Before you spread your wings to fly,
Pray pause a while to say goodbye.
Forget us not your humble friends
Whose warmest wishes,this poems sends.
Life's plateau spread before your eyes,
Holds rocky paths,and hidden sighs.
Its flowers and crystal streams sublime,
Enrich your cup with golden wine.
The sun dark clouds will sometimes hide,
Their tears to wash the plateau wide.
Its silver lining shining through,
Brings happiness and hope anew.
So fly away my pretty dear
And hide once more that foolish tear,
Drink deep and oft,of memory's cask,
Remembering  'tis all we ask.