Between the roof of sky
And the arch of flaming trees,
We linger, stunned by color, and
Dazed by the sunset of the year
Are reluctant to seek shelter
Under roofs we’ve built ourselves.
Sunset dwindles into twilight,
And fall’s long dusk deepens.
Then, our shadows carve themselves
From deeper shade. Our dark shapes emerge
As fog-soft silhouettes
Adorned by our jeweled windows,
Pierced by the light we bear within.
Like stars becoming visible
In evening sky,
Each lamp burns brighter
When autumn’s brilliance fades.
Enveloped by new darkness,
We see each other shining with new light.