Sunset At Whitburn Lodge Poem by Paul Reed

The evening sun flashed fire across the sky
Tongues of flame interlaced the clouds
Dappled grey pools of mournful light
Hid sullen rays amongst the crowds

That last orange embrace of the noon
Turned ripe as pod spilt seed
Hung ponderously over the darkening grass
Lit with white-trumpeted bindweed

Vapours trailed all forlorn and lost
Within the magenta and slate bedazzled
The sun's heat all cooled and dispersed
The earth's crust no longer frazzled

Suddenly the dark swallowed us up
The canvas all frays and tears
Soundless feet tiptoed through shadows
Dewy creatures emerged from lairs

No more the strolling easy vista
To dwell and gaze wondrously upon
Time to retreat behind firm doors
Night is here; the evening gone