The repartee of moon and stars disguised itself as night birdsong, from the mirth of day's shadow they conjured wings. From the pleasant bonhomie of the brooks they wove the melody. Then chitter, chatter it went on, threading through all the land. It was this way at nightfall, ne’er ceasing until just ere dawn. And, in this gay subterfuge they were full-pleased. From whence this magic came, none could say, yet every heart it did bestir, every dream it did render full-bright.
Ere long, save for the cosset of galaxies, we shall be safe in the folds of blackest night. Hold on! Hold on! Within her velvety breeze the grilling rubicund rays are snubbed to a smokeless nought. Upon the graphite path we shall skip, feet light. For nightfall can be a saviour, as heaven’s cooling sigh. From roots to boughs - come eventide - nature’s soul rebounds, reclaims her knights and guards them with a mother’s heart, writing her retort in inky starlight, “I keep what’s mine and evil beware, enemies find no quarter here.”
Each eventide gargoyle shadows warp past a metre long, then twist-erase themselves into nothingness. For it is nightfall’s noble habitude, it’s purview and duty to discharge, to clear the canvas of all that’s been in readiness for dawn’s empyreal mirth. So rest easy while they stretch. Fear not the pavement cracks. Ere long each vanishes as certainly as the clocks turn. Time marches and, to its beat, they have but a scant and withering retort, cloaked as it is in lies.
Firelight was holding parlance with the living room. A flicker here, a flicker there, warmth and light giggle-chattered on. Crackle and spark. Crackle and spark. The carriage clock ticked merrily on. Whispers of smoke wood-fragranced each breath. To this hearth-side scene, this place of soulful rest, autumnal boughs were its audience; for as the November sun surrendered to its scheduled slumber, ‘twas a square of warm golden light as inviting as any other.
Nightfall is illuminated by the rise of stars so at home in the black.
Nightfall upon this autumn eve brings starlight to strong and vivid seasonal hues.
Nightfall comes with a whisper of perfect black that grows into a comforting chorus of stars.
Nightfall comes to awaken dreams within its quilt of starlit black.
In this nightfall I imagine the stars as autumn leaves, fluttering in a heaven-spun wind.