Ed Sense writes

Complementary

It is the time of begging from the day,

Begging for night

to shoulder the burdens

that daylight has not lessened.

Down below the eaves,

out of craggy corners,

up from between stepping stones,

through the stacks of rock fence walls,

shadows, briefly looking as if come to roost,

quickly gather strength

and density to spread themselves

into and around plants, shrubs, trees,

along walls, wagons, and yard equipment,

in an effort to reach indoors.

As light bulbs and candles burn,

the searching dark flexing fingers

Peer into windows and keyholes,

hover around the sills and door edges,

waiting to rush and darken the interior

if a bulb should fail

or a candle flicker out

and vanish into darkness.

The grasping at any light

to dim or extinguish continues

until it becomes the begging time of night,

when the tired shadows beseech

the coming paleness to free them once again

from the disappointment of unfulfilled

and stifled duties.

 

 kuggspel, Vårljusskymning (Shadows, twilight) -- CAN (Gosta Adrian-Nisso)