The Day Narrows

Shadows in the curtains drawn
show gray by afternoon
Falling clouds darken the sky as
Geese hurriedly fly past
pale windows, streets are left empty,
sounds of steps extinct,
sleet begins to press icy fingers
against rusty lamp posts while
tree branches snap and fall to
slippery paths below
Now as the spector of the long night approaches,
there is no one to hear him