So Comes the Night

Soft-rolling like a sea

Across a lea of gold

Dusk snuffs the hillside

And its tree

Into blue fold

The color-world of day

Grows dim then disappears

Upon a stage

Of charcoal gray

The cricket cheers

The pretty afternoon

Dons dewy-kissed twilight

An angel pins

The sky with moon

So comes the night

© Janet Martin