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