Song Of Dusk

The mellow mood returns
Brings 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