Twilight's Tow Poem by Barry Middleton

It's been a while
since I have watched
the evening settle in and fill
the silence up with darkness.
It comes the same however;
too long I've stayed outdoors.
I turn and watch my shadow
reaching out toward night
that silently pours through trees
a mile away. My homeward
walk will find me in the dark
before the backyard gate swings to
and startled dogs begin to bark.
A thousand limbs
that scraped my face
and just as many spider webs
I failed to see, you'd think
should make me watch the time.
But twilight's steady tow,
however rare it may have been,
will find a mind with too much on it
and holds me in the growing dark
to tally up the worth today
of what was done
and what was yet to do.