Evening – a villanelle
Evening – Bidjigal Reserve
A pool of stillness grows at close of day,
With silhouetted laughter in the trees
And dreamtime-haunted shadows fill the way.
The evening glows with last retreating ray
That lingers in the sigh of twilight breeze.
A pool of stillness grows at close of day
And as the west succumbs to gentle grey
The sonic, fluttering wings their moment seize,
And dreamtime-haunted shadows fill the way.
Before the gleam of starlight dares to play
Upon the eucalyptus canopies,
A pool of stillness grows at close of day
And in the rustling grass and leaf decay
Strikes up the chirp of evening symphonies,
And dreamtime-haunted shadows fill the way.
So thins the veil ‘tween now and yesterday
As time is held in silent melodies.
A pool of stillness grows at close of day
And dreamtime-haunted shadows fill the way.
The Wistful Dragon 
I love your writing. This is absolutely beautiful.
So I’ve nominated you for The Witchy Blog Award ❤
http://ayslynscorner.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/witchy-blog-award/
thank you!!! that is so sweet of you! ((hugs))