Dusk till Dawn

Alluring, Earth seducing, with high conceits
is the sunset that reigns
at the end of westward streets…
A sudden flaring sky
troubling strangely the passer by
with visions, alien to long streets, of Cytherea
or the smooth flesh of Lady Castlemaine…
A frolic of crimson
is the spreading glory of the sky,
heaven’s jocund maid
flaunting a trailed red robe
along the fretted city roofs
about the time of homeward going crowds
—a vain maid, lingering, loth to go…

—T. E. Hume

Scented with Midnight Cherry