A fickle twilight
The deepening shadows
Are the herald of the
night
The fading of the sky
Signals the twilight
Everywhere the sights
darken
And shadows from
their hiding emerge
Sparrows leave the
darkening skies
And return home to
their perch
The room grows ever
darker
In the misty embrace
of the night
Grey clouds from
above
Cover the sun’s last
waning lights
A low hum whispers
The steady beat of
rain
Falling swiftly but
quietly
Just outside the
window pane
Yet the air feels quiet
and still
Cool despite the
absent wind
And the rain almost
glides down
As though it’s always
been
Then with a bright
flash of lightning
Away disappears all
calm
The sun bids a
gleeful farewell
And the stormy
twilight bids welcome
Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek
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