Dusk Reflections

Due to crisp temperatures tonight's walk 

was brief and brisk! 

B-r-r-r-r!!

At dusk the day dons slippers

Soft and plush and pink

Shadows lean against the hill

Like quills poised for ink

The landscape is an easel

The skyline, a sill

Where stiff silhouettes are etched

Dark and stark and still

At dusk the quiet thickens

Until all we see

Are reflections in windows

Where day used to be

© Janet Martin