Evening Spread.

Settling mysterious into the late afternoon, Phoebus hazily parts early twilight's face And pushes herself roundly between clouds, Beats the moon with mellow light and outpaces The dying day by creating a dim misty gloaming. Venturing forth, four legged canine bounds ahead And we follow more slowly, both loath to leave home Yet wanting to taste this fine moist evening spread. As empty beach beckons we welcome the link Between daylight and dark, greet the first star And bid goodbye to the blue, as old Sol sinks. Then turning for hearth and home, see parting Day take a last bow, and leave a pale promise Of milder tomorrow, half-light now obscuring Any more sun, day is done, dies and as it kisses Goodbye the moon silvers both sea and moors. The glory of evening installed, now inspired we Leave the scene and set off to fireside and tea.