I've been reading some terrific new poetry books this week, so today I'm sharing a lovely poem from the book EVERYTHING IS A POEM: THE BEST OF J. PATRICK LEWIS.
The Gray of Day
Shy Evening paints all heaven gray,
Erasing blue from balmy Day,
Uncolors brute box elders, oaks,
And elms with even, gentle strokes,
Then finds the houses, whereupon
She dabs her brush ... their lights come on
As if two dozen stars fell down
To twinkle life into the town.
But Evening's easel leaves undone
One mischief streak of western Sun
To grace the masterpiece she drew—
Still Live: An Evening's Point of View—
Till he robs her of fading light,
That thief of art, black-hearted Night.
Poem ©J. Patrick Lewis. All rights reserved.
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Renée LaTulippe at No Water River. Happy poetry Friday friends!