The Quickly Darkening Dusk

The quickly darkening dusk, one hour after sunset, descends upon me. Tall dry grasses in the field sway and shimmer in the rising moonlight. Fallen leaves rattle in the chilly breeze. Tree branches twist and dance. Looking up, black silhouettes encircle the grey disk of sky hanging over The Great Valley. Golden lights from the house windows cast beams of light into the cold night, inviting me inside. Canadian Geese in formation, fly overhead, migrating before the coming winter.