… before it turns to grey….
From the darkness of the house the light
seems brighter and somehow ephemeral,
as the sun slinks off and the colour white
changes to orange, then a temporal
bright yellow, till a sudden spell of dark
engulfs the garden in a misty gloom,
before it turns to grey with a last spark
of sunray flickering to resume
a new state of existence, as the dusk is here,
stopping all birdsong, painting grasses grey.
Bees fall asleep and in the breathless air
a spider web hangs empty of its prey.
Night has now fallen and a moon afloat
is crossing ponds, a silent quivering boat.