Dusk “Haiku”

pinking the night

down to earth

hush tippy-toes in

 

the DJ fades out

memory’s slider

no more pencil marks!

 

obsidian skies

cooling a lava glass

for sparkle stars

 

ghosts whisper

their ancient stories

scaring the living

 

beech and birch

whip up flames

in a yawning stove

 

heat flickers dry

easing the room

all blinds drawn

 

darkness, at bay

wanders cold

no gap, under the door