The day slowly turns to night

as the last slither of light disappears

and a blue-black darkness coats the sky.


The house bathed in thick yellow light

as the nip of an early spring evening

creeps in through an open window.


The sweet smell of slumber in the air

as a day well-lived slips away into the ether

and sleep pervades consciousness.

Writing, learning and connecting with March prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is





16 Replies to “Goodnight”

    1. It most certainly is. Also, often the time when words pop into my head with an urgency to be written!

    1. Thanks, Steven…you are very kind : ) Just post them along with my writing. I have a lapsed photography blog.

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