Nightfall

I went outside at dusk, and as usual the evening spoke to me as it softly knelt to kiss the Earth.

As the crickets sing to one another in their evening chorus,
A lone bird wings his way home,
And the silken moon illumines a clouded canopy.
Starless yet serene,
The shroud of gray blue ushers in the night.

copyright 2017 Lillian D. Henderson