Silky Smooth

The sun sinks silky smooth

over the copse of a day

picking the violin strings

of the oaken boughs

 

Pinking now as the setter beckons

plumping the pillows for slumber

a cushion for the owls to whisper

a lace for the batwings to darn

 

Pensive and restive it sighs

the coming dust of dusk

scattering all those mortal thoughts

silky smooth and velvet gloved

 

The soft healing salts

bathe out all the aches and pains

teasing those soft tight tendons

with a little joke or two and a wink, of the eye

 

It ruffles the teenage hair on the trees

a golden honey comb

untying knots and cobs

silky smooth and velvet gloved

 

A little weary at holding up the sky

it reads the Atlas on how to join the hosts

kicks of its shoes and laces

and feels that last bare green , green grass, between toes

 

A little yawn and a long, long stretch

and soon it will pass

pass the candle to the stars

enough now, time for rest

 

The sun sinks silky smooth

over the copse of a day

picking the violin strings

of the oaken boughs,

now largo at end of days.