House windows lit by the falling sun
Aflame in warm colors
heralding the dusk yet to come
Half the sky grey and the other blue
as myriad of colors spread across the horizon
Crows, the last to settle,
squawking and cawing
as they jostle for position
on the leafless branches,
the cold settling on their shoulders
as the night approaches
and they secure their stances
Headlights on approaching cars
and streetlights turn on one by one
as, in the glare, one late squirrel
hurries across the street
to his nest in the trees
The sun sinks a little lower
and the light is snuffed out
like a candle in an empty room
extinguished by an errant breeze
The magic of the moment
hovers a second longer
and suddenly it is night...
01-30-12
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