With lavender and scarlet clouds,

     Ultramarine beyond,

A damsoned sky at evening shades

     Down to the winter land.


There buses, like aquaria, pass,

     Lighted, along the roads,

While ivy-twined encolumned trees

     Darken on both sides.


The houses glow, each brick revealed,

     Alone, uniquely there,

And people’s faces, unconcealed

     A moment, shine clear.


The children from the playgrounds flock

     Home, muddy and wind-blown;

A loud dog chases a last stick,

     And the street-lights come on.


Far in the west the sunset floods

     Out its final fire:

Nothing above but darkling clouds,

     The moon, and one star.