A frowning brow of clouds last night
compressed the final wish of day
onto the bay       a thin line bright

with firelight embossed sails, white
once on cityscapes, now nosegays
standing out against the night

Pines along the drive, anthracite,
a dark fence that holds back the gray
is tinged by oak leaves autumn bright

in fire-truck yellow � my kite
to fly (since red is first away)
paints the last hues I see tonight

Gold poppies arch in starlight
I find the straightaway
in a dark brow of clouds at night
holding a line thin but bright



�2006 by PJ Nights