Tilting

Twilight falls
and steals the heat
Colours deepen
then retreat

Day things hush
Night things stir
The piece of earth
I live on turns

This happens whether
all I planned
Got done today
or out of hand

And if I stop
to watch the dusk
Its magic covers
me like musk

And slows my
beating listing brain
And tilts me to
the right again.

© Lynn Lundell 2021 #pagesfromtheattic