Evening is on the take The sun herself senses it Her heat is slipping away Eclipsed by cold, arctic tendrils Rilling through the fragile geography Earth is a strong fighter though Able to restore itself in serene defiance Light she brings to keep night in its place
Written for the challenge to write an acrostic poem to the word Ethereal, using the word serene somewhere in the poem by Mrs. Timetable.
~ I'm coming to you, Oh purlieu blue, No more walls of Berlin Shall stand between us, Your name is a link to happiness, Just the very thought of you Reaches beyond the tide And gives life to children, Our children. ~