The Dusk

Before me stands the city of Grey Earth
half stuck in soft gloom , defiant and unfenced .
Its steeples rise in silhouettes against
a scene of buildings , roads and old oak trees.

The far horizon takes pleasure to let
a blanket of mist envelop the hills
and decorate the peaks with lacy frills
as dusk invites the feathered friends to sing.

The western sky, a flush of reddish hues
indeed bounces senses , spell-binds our sight.
awhile before the dark  sets in . It's night.
The moon appears above, appoints the sky.

Aggie