Night Garden

Out of the darkness all that light outside seems so much brighter and somehow ablaze as the sun settles down, the colour white changes to orange, then again displays a pale green yellow, till a spell of dark engulfs the garden in a twilit gloom, before it turns to grey with a last spark of dying sun ray, only to resume a new state of existence everywhere. All birdsong stops. Dusk paints the grasses grey. Some dark-winged moths dance 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.