August Evening Poem by bryan wallace

The failing light of a fading August evening,
Watching the dusk descending,
Derryveagh mountains silhouetted
Against the amber-tinted skyline.

Leaning on the lichen-encrusted wall
Of an ancient stone-arched bridge.
Watching the tranquil waters
Of the peat-tinted burn, pass beneath.

Lough Gartan behind me,
Reflecting the evening glow.
The silence only broken
By the burn's gentle murmur.

The enjoyment in my solitude -
The priceless pleasure of time taken -
To enjoy the beauty and the moment,
At peace with nature and myself.