Evenings

The evening hues
Wisteria leaves abate
Tangled into the blueness
Ghosts of yesterday tingles

Gusts of wind flatten the gutters
As the window panes rattle
Glaring clouds are driven
with wild horses spooked

The River is eerily placed
as Ducks coo by the sodden bank
A storm is impending
enough to ignite the woods

The Lunatics are doubtful
their Nightmares abound
the glittering rainfall
cascades its way down the roof tops