Across the silent fields
The twilight creeps
From windowpane to windowpane
It seeps
The evening folds into itself
And sighs
A phantom birdsong heralds
The day’s demise
Strange shadows, shapes, resume
Their ghostly lives
A gibbous moon attends
The haunted skies.
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Tom is a member of Dun Laoghaire Active Retirement and enjoys the creative writing classes he attends in the Boylan Community Centre.