When Dusk Draws Nigh

Silence morphs the call of falling dusk Gathering under fiery skies, Stilled leaves in somber silence hang Moping at the darkness that plies. Dusty paths the home-bound cattle plod Syrupy chirping of birds in flight, Smoke from the earthen ovens pause Wistfully staring at twilight. Frenzied bats eke out their weary awls Urging the evening star to wait, To let moon lord overnight, And muse over their morbid fate. Wind over the placid river brings Low tidings for cicadas to cry, Fathom the fragrant moonflower will Need endeavour to pacify. When vigil of stark skeletal boughs Stand mournful over the hooting owl, And the mist like a wimple veils The nocturnal creatures that prowl. Those who lie in cemeteries stark Berate the mausoleums old, Affording them scant room to move Adding to their ordeals untold. Crimson dawn will pale the darkened sky For light to lug another day, Darkness would need wait again For dusk to come upon its way. ***********