twilight on sunday

Ridges of red and gray outlined the whole sky

Expressing with their dumb tongues, the greatness on high

The city looked drab ere the lights began to twinkle

It appeared to be on the earth’s face – a gray, and anticipated wrinkle.

Activity was sparse, especially since it was Sunday

And also because it is a universally accepted fun day

Crowds jostled each other at theatres and at beaches

Whilst some relaxed at home, and ate apples and peaches

It was a clear and calm day with brightness all around

A day, which in a week, is only once but found

When joy and happiness prevails, and a well-earned rest is got

When you can cool the temper that had all along been hot!!