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