May 27, 2012

Until Then

Dusk scents, the lure of a walk through the streets
inviting the eye to explore
Rooms lighting gently as darkness defeats
taking over in gradual rapport


Shades still not drawn, skylines vaguely protest
here comes nighttime in all her attire
Forcing bulbs in all colours to coalesced
besides flicks of the tiniest fire


Inside buildings and houses and solitude hides
routines and rituals run
Sending dusk off with mundane acts sweetly disguised
till the call from the lure of the sun

13 comments:

Daydreamertoo said...

Lovely lines in all of this.
Love 'the lure of the sun'...
Great interpretation of the pic :)

Brian Miller said...

nice...thanks for taking us on that walk...i often wonder about the houses i pass...and what might be going on behind closed doors...you know...

rel said...

Lena,
So you're too hot for anything more than a quickie?
I'll ponder that for a while longer.
rel ;)

Little Nell said...

A nicely descriptive poem about our human habits and routines generated by the fall of darkness and its ending at dawn.

Cathy said...

It has a very British feel to it. :)

Jenny Woolf said...

A delightful thoughtful and contemplative piece, it goes really well with the picture

Ginny Brannan said...

"Dusk scents...
"...taking over in gradual rapport"
"...in all colors to coalesced"


Really lovely capture, great choice of descriptives!

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful write...amazing last line!

Kathe W. said...

this is a very seductive piece- so mysterious at night.........

Hey Monkey Butt said...

Love it! Very cool!

Bee's Blog said...

I like this very much especially the last stanza which reminds me that we all go through rituals without even realizing it.

zongrik said...

you get into that house, and set up the moods the actions and everything going on very nicely

neither good nor bad

Matthew John Davies said...

Captures that no-ritual ritual before dawn beautifully, if that makes sense.