The Color of Dusk

dusk lays a gray luminosity over the day

changing the play of light:

warm living objects cool

and cool gray objects revel briefly

before the last light blinks to the black sleep of night

objects glow with their own gray light:

pale lichen on trees

a corrugated tin shed

bright white houses dim to flat gray

a dock not shining but open faced gray

silty clay that seeps upward through the gravel road

a misplaced or forgotten cement block left by a builder

an asphalt roof black at noon but now reflecting gray to the dusk

yet, just now, within this lifeless gray camouflage

creep the tiniest of the warm bloods

voles and

moles 

the mouse

and shrew

invisible to all

but the crouching shadows of night