< Poems by Charles Jobson >

Shades of evening

Who knows what the night will bring?

Shattered dreams?

Reflections of tomorrow?

A medley of assorted sorrows?

Past six is the dusk 

when the weary find solace

and the day's activity shifts

to rest and, hopefully, repose.

On the chime of midnight

the dark heralds

the reign of the small hours.

Perhaps sleep will bring release

if not, observe the clock closely

as time passes slowly: think

that in some remote corner of the world

tomorrow has already come.

Charles Jobson 2020. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.