The evening descends amid sudden steam,
that threatens to trample the dingy sheds.
The clock tower bells four o’clock,
and the acquiesce of the frogs.
Over the white-picketed fence,
raincoat hands’ gathering commence.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The evening descends amid sudden steam,
that threatens to trample the dingy sheds.
The clock tower bells four o’clock,
and the acquiesce of the frogs.
Over the white-picketed fence,
raincoat hands’ gathering commence.