Dusk speckles in as bats flitter along skypath ways

moths scrap against the lamp.

A primitive time, twilight,

a putting on of cardigans as chill comes in.

Dotted lights spring out across the valley

birdtwitter muffs to silence like a dusty blanket.

Beyond the window black cows disappear in misty fields.

A walk from you to me, from me to you.

Dinner cooking smells and wine uncorked.

Doors shut, the garden given to the fox and badger.

We are drawn together as the night draws in,

tonally engaged.