Nightfall
Dying stars still shine
pearly opalescence
shimmering and trembling
before they shoot
and fall
All is quiet
Preternatural stillness
Not even the slightest
gust of wind
dare disturb tree leaves
Somewhere
along the avenue
a failing streetlight
flickers
and whimpers
its small electric
demise
to an uncaring
audience
Suburban tranquility
is a mausoleum
where the dead
do not yet know
they are gone
Nightfall
is but a breath
before a more uncertain
dawn.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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We’ve got a dodgy street lamp at the end of our alley. The council turned up a couple of months ago because it kept flickering on and off, took it down and replaced it with a brand new one. Now we have a shiny new street lamp that still flickers on and off all the time.
LOL…that’s progress for you!! 🙂 🙂
loved it – I take it you’re not a suburbanite
Well, I live in the suburbs, but perhaps my soul yearns for something else?? 🙂 🙂
having enjoyed great chunks of life in urban, suburban and rural settings, I vote for rural
Great imagery… and I especially liked the ending- ‘Nightfall is but a breath before a more uncertain dawn’
It says a lot. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Oh, I love this! Beautiful, Sis!
Thanks so much Skye!!!! 🙂