Light blue.
The sound of traffic.
Scurrying of children’s feet, clanging of wire doors.
The sun still burning bright, yet sinking.
The kids come out to catch the last of day.
A thousand smells of dinner on the stove.
People on the streets.
Some with dogs.
Medium blue.
Doors closing.
Blinds being drawn.
Light switches flicking.
Empty streets.
Dark blue.
Televisions lighting loungerooms, glass eyes fixed on screens.
The sound of the hose next door sprinkling water on the leaves.
Tree-tops silhouetted high above the roof-tops.
Bright streetlights casting their glow over nothing.
Assuring us there’s nothing there.
Preventing dark from ever truly falling.
Dark.
Eyes closing.
The distant echo of a mystery dog.
The rambling and screeching of trains on their tracks.
The hiss of cats at war on a fence.
Dreams.
*This poem was inspired by an evening walk when I first started the 12WBT :) hope it makes you all want to walk after dinner! :D
