The Blue Of The Evening (Sonnet)

The blue of the evening is showing From inside the tinctured perforated glow Where the moon from the cloudlets is now going As the shadows to night must further grow In the dances of shadings and coolness The instance hours are feeling my cold feet And winter icily night in its caress With breeze that goes on in an empty street My heart is as bare as a leafless tree For I think about nothing but this cold Chilliness that wanders on inside of me For there's no endless love me now to unfold And now as I speak my thoughts travel far Perhaps to a Milky Way's unknown star