When the Night Falls
The last thread

of honey-hued sunlight

stretches across

the edge of sky,

reluctantly fades in

the thickening darkness.

Hesitant birds

loiter on the

vibrant branches

and hum in the

wavering cool air.

Their silhouettes cast

neat shadows,

against the translucent night canvas,

like dark-colored cutouts

on flimsy paper,

with the finest detail.
['Lorna Ye']
['Moments', 'Poetry', 'Nature', 'Poetry On Medium', 'Life']