As the day light slinks

into the cracks and corners of the world,

fading out of sight, and taking with it

the sharp definition and clear colours of the late afternoon,

evening pours into its wake

like powdered ink

dissolving in black water.

Each shadow takes on a new significance,

merging with the deeper darkness,

and footsteps home

acquire a new insistence,

each heel tap

a percussive reminder that somewhere

at the back of everyone’s mind,

strangers hide.

A short poem inspired by the evenings drawing in recently. I’m trying to work on conveying imagery to describe nature at the moment.


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