Eight-line Poems

Dusk

Dusk

Dusk, and the night throws its overcoat
in shadowed tones upon the hills,
the sky yawns in deep greens and blues
at the dying of the day, all cares submerged
in the growing darkness of toil ended.

The lights go on behind curtains drawn
as life prepares the times for rest
and we sit watching in the chilly gloom.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.21.21
Prompt: Dusk.