The Glory of Ink

Poetry Blog

Baarishein

The evening sky turns gray,

To end a summer's day.

The air feels cool and serene,

A quiet, peaceful scene.

We sit inside and see,

Rain fall on a tree.

We drink coffee so warm,

Protected from the storm.

I do not need the light,

Of any star so bright.

You make my troubles go away,

You brighten up my darkest day.