Dusk

The dusk grey sky is on the move
-this dusty yellow night
the clouds, are departing
quickly.

Trees of arms stretched. Splintered
fingers reaching, unable
to make a difference
clouds pass every day

This night is different.
Natures animation; a jiggardly fro
with its rick rack veins spreading
reaches, straining

The paper cut, black silhouettes
of trees, move in unison
-a declaration of chaotic harmony
and unrest.

The silent motion
seen through a glass square eye
is quiet, calm

and almost welcome...