Nightfall

The sun has set in hibiscus

Whose lips still faintly burn,

And now the moon and star drops

Drip down onto the fern.

The wind’s begun to whisper

Like a lover in the dark,

And trees caress each other

With hands of leaf and bark.

Love drawn birds are singing

Somewhere under sky,

And soft wings brush together

As they glimmer by.

J.R.McRae

• Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

J.R.McRae is a published and awarded poet and fiction writer, who also writes award winning books for children and education  as J.R.Poulter. Word Wings is her collaborative.