The last few days

A walk in the park
The last rays of the setting sun
vanishes in the wings
of the home-bound flock.

Across from the lake
the trees frame the rising moon –
yellowish white and full.

Another Spring day comes to an end
Rain keeps falling unendingly
droplets on windshield blur my view
as a barge lazes down Mississippi.

The trees quiver in gusty wind.
In saturated twilight
their shapes appear ghostly

Rain pours into the eve
forcing a nip in the air
as another spring day ends.