The Dusk

That's when the birds in their symmetrical flock fade off the eve sky
and the squirrels confusedly run past the Mahagony branches

That's when the golden rays deck itself up, bidding adieu to its long working hours
and the outstretched sky surrounds me with deep longings

That's when the leaves wear a dreary look
and waves of pale orange hug the roaring clouds

That's when the chirping and crowing descend with the ashening hues
and the thunder bolts pierce the approaching silence of the night

The Dusk
         leaves behind some untended wound reeking of pain
          as a heady mix of mortality and life gets stirred into me

I depart to the comforting yellow of my room
leaving my longings and thoughts to the dissolving day