LIGHT OF EVENING
He is in a small cottage facing West
to a sun declining over a Welsh mountain.
He has done little, in craft, in enterprise,
today, this last month.
He has had earnest relationships,
few of which will now renew.
There will still be callers from the village.
Tonight, easing into reflection
with the one whisky he allows himself,
he watches the sunset, mulls images
in lemon light.
Copyright © Robert NIsbet 2017
Robert Nisbet is a poet from Pembrokeshire who has published widely in Britain and the United States. Recent poems in Prole, The North and Clementine Unbound.