Autumn Evening
The watercolours of an Autumn evening wash
The sky, above the darkling Western hills, with stains
Of intermingled pink, pale gold, green-violet.
Against this lambent backdrop stand the distant trees
Poised in stark, uncompromising poses, more clear
In outline, now, than at the hazy noonday’s height.
Eastwards, the heavy heavens glower moodily
Over the countryside whose detailed features fade,
By imperceptible degrees, to nothingness.
Only the point-lights of some scattered stars relieve
That superseding uniformity of dark,
Drab daubs of overlying nebulosity.
Here, at the margins of both light and shade, I sit in awe
Of that great Artist which was, is and shall be, evermore.
