The sun dips low below the trees
And cold sweeps through on the chilling breeze.
The sky tints red, then golden hue
Then deepens to a chilling blue.
Shadows scurry across the snow
Faster, faster they seek to go.
The silver moon glows on the rise
As the world slowly closes it’s eyes.
It’s the end of another day long
And the night-bird sings it’s lilting song.
                              - A. M. L.