Poem-a-day - April 24

Today's prompt: Write about evening

Dusk

when the earth turns

away from the sun

towards tomorrow

when the birds unruffle

their feathers, let their last song

float into purple air

when the to dos are checked off

and you can settle down

with a glass of chardonnay and a book

when the children are asleep

and the dishes gleam

in the rack on the sink

when the insistent sun

yields to the gentle moon

and nothing is required of you

when all that is possible

has been considered

and you can turn the calendar page.