Evening on a Cliff Top

Evening on a Cliff Top

The sun sinks down behind the hill,
Everything is quite and still.
The noises of the day have ceased,
All around is wrapped by a tranquil peace.
Even the rocks which daylight shows so stark
Are rounded to a softer shape,
And seem hunched up in sleep,
Waiting for tomorrow’s dawn to break.
And I, sitting on the cliff top on my own
Am cradled by the silence of the evening,
And feel forever humbled by
The age of Nature’s throne.

Jack Williamson
from ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’

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This poem by Jack is the third poem for this week from my book ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’. May I remind you that the poems are copyright and should not be reproduced without permission or correct acknowledgement of authorship.

Don’t forget to visit Freya Pickard’s Blog, ‘Dragonscale Clippings’ where I will be guesting all week. You will find it here. I hope that the poems this week will supplement the interviews on Freya’s blog. Don’t forget that there will also be a chance to win a copy of the book if you visit Dragonscale Clippings.

For further information about ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ or my earlier book ‘Barking At Nothing’ go to ‘My Books’ page here. To buy the books please visit my website here when you can order direct via PayPal (no account needed).


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. JulesPaige
    Mar 21, 2012 @ 22:04:12

    Humbled by nature… looking up at the clear sky full of stars. I also like the rounded edges of the rocks. Soothing.


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