Leaves deepen to orange ember <br />as twilight comes, <br />sky drifts to smother the day, <br />swaddling memories in soft pink clouds. <br />Neon lights flicker, illuminating <br />windless trees, standing crooked. <br />Evening song edges towards the night.<br /><br />Alice Anne Gordon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-evening-4/
