Dusk Till Dawn.

[billy]

Night soothes the hamlet with its dark caress;
each chimney's plume a swirling rope of grey,
mount winds unseen to light a starry dress
and leave behind the day.

High up they spread, while always breaking rank;
to swarm and swirl, they seem reduced to play
beneath Orion's belt on girded flank
and say farewell to day.

Only in smoke and starlight can I see,
abound from hearths and hearts and bricks of clay;
sent forth from corded wood stacked in the lee.
The march from night to day

[Todd]

Hey Billy,

This is very cool. There were a lot of things I loved here.

Line 2 rocked. I love the image.

I liked your final lines in each stanza.

I liked the alliteration in L6.

And these lines were my favorites:

Only in smoke and starlight can I see,
abound from hearths and hearts and bricks of clay;

Some very non-forced rhyming.

Great read. Thank you,

Todd

[billy]

thanks for the feedback todd.

[addy]

This is one of my favorites of yours. Perfect tone, brilliant language. Reads like a classic poem from a seasoned writer.

[kath3]

I agree with Addy that it reads like a classic poem from a seasoned writer ... with brilliant language
I can't even pick out favorite lines as I love them all from start to end.
Great poem indeed billy.
Thank you.

[billy]

thanks add for the kind feedback.

and thanks kath. not just for the kind feedback but for the visit

[Ris Yerg]

Great work!
Enjoyed!
R.Y.