By Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca
Darkness is falling, the day has gone to rest
The big birds have flown back to their nests
The moon emerges with its silver edge
I look out with hands folded on the window ledge
The finches have done with all their hopping
Apparently, they have finished most of their shopping
Like tired shoppers coming out of a mall
Wanting to get home before the pall
Canada geese fly south with a cackle
I'm sure the journey must be just such a hassle
Trees are bowed in silent prayer
They've washed their faces and combed their hair
I imagine they are getting ready for bed
Their branches are curled and no longer spread
The bus rolls by with a sigh and a hiss
It's the last bus you won't want to miss
Dogs still on occasion walk the street
Smiling at other dogs they happen to meet
The lone rabbit who looks like an ornament
Sits oddly against the blue of the firmament
The church has not moved since we moved in
With the cross above it to absolve us of sin
Cars are parked randomly on the kerb
Vacationing quietly, no intent to disturb
I've drawn the curtains and put out the lights
Will write some poems until midnight
'God's in His heaven all's well with the world'*
And I am so grateful for all the lessons I've learned
I've heard that tomorrow we're getting snow
It will be a different street with a different glow.
God's in His Heaven all's well with the world* is a line from Pippa's Song by Robert Browning.