Frowning Moods Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

frowning moods
brows that furrowed
think
toilers of the woods
and gardens small
around the city old
sleeps
the city old
sleep
the houses on Windmill Street
sleeps
Hastings Gardens and its
trees
leave only the winds to rustle
in them.
nightingales have fallen silent
how energetic in the dusk
they sang amorously!
how energetic!
now the power house of their
energy
is moved away
now
dark, and stealth, and shadows
reign, prevail.