THE DUSK QUATRAINS

Before me stands the city of grey  earth
half stuck in soft gloom , defiant and unfenced .
Its steeples rise in silhouettes against
a scene of buildings,  roads and old oak trees.

The far horizon takes pleasure to let
a blanket of mist envelop the hills
and decorate the peaks with lacy frills
as dusk invites the feathered friends to sing.

The western sky, a flush of reddish hues
bounces senses , spell-binds our sights
awhile before the dark hides day. It's night.
The moon appears above, appoints the sky.

~Agatha Lai ~