An August Evening Poem by Matthew Holloway

I look out to the sky
the gathering clouds of evening
bare a sombre shade of colour
as though a nothingness persists
the day bids farewell
and I, I hold no emotion to it
but find myself embraced
in the view of a changing vista
I am drawn to think to write
but what words I find
in the portrait of a dying day
that is very much still alive
I do not know
I fear the clichéd anecdotes
that offer nothing
lest I use them in regret
but a quiet contemplation
holds my court for now
the night sky shall come
maybe then I shall speak