Evensong

I stepped out of the

Yellow light and

White noise

Into the dark street

Lined with trees.

I had not managed to see the Sun -

This was the best I could do.

But the night blue

Was filled with black shapes

Singing,

Singing into the night -

Shadow songs,

Phantom birds

Making orchestras of branches

Above my head.

I had thought

There was nothing beautiful left of the day by then -

But the evening said: 'Listen'

There is

Everything.

Literary Vegan