My favourite time of all.
The sun has just set,
sloped down between the hills' dark shoulders;
sky is still luminous with light.
in the no-wind
the trees are still, stopped -
leaves and branches motionless.
moths and insects flit and
skitter in the dark,
small blips against the bright/dark sky.
Even-ing out the day, dusk
spreads quiet to lie about the mounds
of trees and hills, sculpted into dark.
4th November 2010