NIGHTFALL
David Napollin
The evening nods with easy grace
Lower and lower from the western sky.
Velvety blues lie along the sidewalk
Lean against the walls of buildings
Touch the windows and slowly sink
\Into the alleys to sleep in darkness.
A Winter tree shadows the ground
And telephone wires stave teh sky with unsung music.
The street lights in a slow cresendo
ignite the evening.
