Night Shadows

Three Poems in the Dark

Apparition

The end of twilight falls.  The sky
Is gray.  Across the west there lie
The silent clouds where the late day
An hour ago spent its last ray.
And now upon the western rim
The sky and clouds have grown as dim
As tarnished silver.  One lone pine
Stands darker still, its stalwart line
There guards the gate; its needles spread
Into a resined shadow, shred
Ag…