The closing of the day
Holds more Autumn than Summer
Low sun hidden by thunder cloud

The light finds that moment at Dusk
When, though you can see,
The luminosity is lost

Its absence turns all colours down
Stealing greenness from the trees
Red from the roses and pink from the sky

Then from the monochrome
A lightning ray escapes and flees
And all the world is reborn

Houses show a rain-clean face
Puddles glister like new coins
The grass shows green again

A herald of tomorrows dawn
The night descends abashed
Knowing that his cloak is torn