Poem-a-Day, Entry 325--

Colors on the dark.

Flickers make their triumphal return

     to rafters on the farthest side of town,

   beyond the city where they can yet be seen

       in dimming harsher tones,

                             red gone brown,

                      waiting for the sainted snows,

      rejuvenating in their revelry

           as the winter looms

                just past peering eyes,
  
          in the mornings now,

                                  and at night.