Night closes in
robbing the trees of their names,
becoming a mass of grey-green shapes,
clusters and clumps of them,
irregularly shaped like clouds,
but darker than the clouds
which still reflect the sun's watery setting.

Five minutes later,
both trees and clouds have gone
blacked out by this night's wet darkness.
All that remains is the dim glow of a lamp post,
and a reflecting glimmer in the shiny bitumen.

The lights of a lone car approach and
through the invisible trees,
sees the light in the window
and knows that it is -
Home.

©fmc Frances Coll 15-11-07