Nightfall (Poem)

infinte glistening pine needles
framed against an incandescent sky
wry heat and sore muscles
crip, yellowed grasses underfoot
the hard work is done, yet
gothic branches and dappled light
beckon me along, petrol stained hands
and scratched limbs sting in
exposed sunlight, a healing shiver
as the sun draws in, taciturn,
withdrawing from the brooding night
buttoned sleeves, secret nests hushed
the sparkle of a star

- Nathan van der Monde