Something comes to me on the evenings. Its like a reprieve in the silencing cold of the muted sun. A greater moment of still that expands beyond the confines of place and self. Rapping at the doors and windows for a warm welcome and finding no one's at home. Then greeting the singular and making peace with being alone.
The smells are all there! lingered long with memories of youth come with the crisp mulberry leaves scratching down the street. Scraping out a song as driven in the wind, there are stops and starts and fluttering with the days breath driving it away.
Come on night, come one winter your almost through the door. Yet the rain to us, force the birds and bugs from the sky. Give us our supper, let me go in and sleep. Take down the fetters and send me back from this dream, I'm no longer young, it's not as grand as it seems. Let me back to my daughter she shrieks joy from inside. My wife also waits hoping to sleep soon a I return. Let me leave the evening for warm and nettlesome tamed.