After the Daylight (1)

Send us Fan MailAfter the daylight (Part 1)After the daylight, the evening slipsbetween seasons, caught beneath the ghostly glass, of summer and fall,for hushed are the whispers this late afternoon, tremblingly in silence sownupon winter the last scything,of harvest grain for time herselfdoes weepand call.For above the first stars peel the sky,to blue to grey and then to sleepand  black, the late hours shiver, in the chilling bells of darkness, mourning the last for summer, is never,for looking again, or turning back.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]