The celebration of day

Is over, the sun is all poured out.

Morning and afternoon are cleared

And busyness stacked away.

Moments swept into small heaps;

Memories to be sifted and sorted another time.

Only a bunting of bats

Are left out, ready

To twist and sew stars

Into the night.

Eve Jackson, Freshwater, Isle of Wight

Writes Daily Echo poet-in-residence Polly Clark: "This poem has a wonderful simplicity about it, and manages to be both vivid and uplifting.

You can e-mail Polly on polly.clark@soton-echo.co.uk