The afternoon is fading
A softness seeps across the sky
Clouds are melting
Into a golden wash
That flows over all
Painting out the details
Rendering into silhouette
Dark phantoms
Touched with bright haloes
That do not reveal their faces
Huddled together
A dark forest
Growing
Even as you watch
Filling up the space
As the night rolls down
The light draining away
Deep into the horizon
Like the blood of the day
Pooled darkly
In the shallows
© Ann Bagnall