Night Fall

a poem inspired by a winter evening

Darkness falls swiftly after a gloomy, sunless day,
Painting the sky a pale purple.
The moon gleams brightly through the clouds,
Greeted by the trees, stretching their bare branches to the sky,
Gently swaying in the chill breeze.
Birds fly to their nests
Calling good night before resting,
As the sky becomes darker
And the air colder.