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.
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