The mellow mood returnsBrings along many lore
The winged ones teeming
Velvet heavens fling their door
A planter breaks the lull
An ode he joyously cries
His swinging face & palm
Painted in earthen dyes
The mangrove in the backyard
Lively with chirps galore
When the world refolds tired
All their words come to fore
My neighbor paddles homeward
He hides sundry candies
He schemes to daze his son
So that a crushing hug he can earn
The distant mill lets off
The last siren; For the day is up
And the haggard milieu
Is dotted with walking figures
The local playground is deserted
One by one all its heroes fade
Into the darkness it goes
Embracing glimpses close
The conch rythms and hymns
A homage to Maker of things
Echo from under roofs one and all
Sprinkled with prayers big & small
Away from the roads and human sound
In the meandering clay, home bound
A gaggle of wavy figures
All waists stacked with pitchers
The retreating sun drives
Asunder the stronghold of clouds
Smearing its best about
As it leaves for a fresh bout
My grand old father strolls out
The health of nature makes him stout
He comforts himself on mahogany husk
And hums his cherished songs of dusk
It's the peacemaker
It's the twilight
It's that thread that binds
A passing day and a charging night
