Windy Twilight

On these sullenly overcast
days, twilight barely bothers
to retreat preferring to be
stationed on standby to ease
swift return long before its
lurking presence is even
detected. Often enough it
strikes a conspiracy with the
wind the better to implement
stealth tactics, for when
wind brusquely enters a
sleeping forest its truculence
is soon apparent; bared treetops
lurching dazedly, apparitions
of impending terror viewed
in darkened twilight haze
urging all those who linger
there to speedily depart.