Sunset

Black against light sky Bright flowers blown ; Bare branches now Reach beseechingly. Reluctant sun hangs Sending thin light and pinkness

To clouds sleek as cats Now paling, blue grey,

I see mauve dying into dark

Night sky edges in

The blackness awaits;

Dreams dangle like stringed balloons

A new born child gurgles How full the holly!

Forsythia large and darker 

Birds shelter wisely