evening lullaby

Evening falls

stepping quietly into another painting of a waning daylight sky;

breathless as the colours of sunset change to violets and blues;

jazz played upon an ember of solitary light;

a collage of warmth and serenity.

Stars hesitate 

peering through open windows 

while the calmness of everyday moments

rustle within summer leaves that sing to a gentle evening breeze..

Conversations become quiet,

Coffeepots are turned off;

the scent of lingering grounds still  hovering in the air.

Dishes are put away,

and remnants of the day are placed in bins outside near the garden.

The streets become still;

their concrete and cobblestone at odds with streetlights that slowly come on

one after the other 

showering houses with small stars of incandescence.

Windows become like candles;

their slivers of light peeking through drawn curtains.

Televisions are switched off 

as one more conversation

pours the last glass of wine.

The quiet of night

fills every room upon every staircase 

and speaks in whispers to our dreams

as we climb the hills and valleys of our lives

while the moon chases the love of the clouds

singing a lullaby to the wind.;

a breath held of moments in time.