Deepening into night

There is a sense of
Abandonment in the air.
Longing eyes picking
Homes in swaying pines
And suntanned fields.
A wordless plea
Flying home
On a Kestrel’s grey wings.
A soul, blinded by its own light
Looking for the stars
in a woolly grey dusk.
And the melancholy hum
Of life deepening into night.