barely seeing the paper beneath
for the sunset which turned dark clouds
into flames has now gone
and a gloom descends across the parched land
before the black star-freckled night
makes its late entrance.
Trees become menacing monsters,
there's something sinister about this time,
I picture murder or some other crime.
Laughing children have left the park
and a ghostly silence prevails
but the oppressive heat of the day
has relented and a cooling breeze
refreshes my fevered brow
as I reflect on the bright hours earlier.
Many cover up the eerie twilight
with TV screens in illuminated homes
but I enjoy the changing of the guard
feeling our petty lives are a façade.