Firelight was holding parlance with the living room. A flicker here, a flicker there, warmth and light giggle-chattered on. Crackle and spark. Crackle and spark. The carriage clock ticked merrily on. Whispers of smoke wood-fragranced each breath. To this hearth-side scene, this place of soulful rest, autumnal boughs were its audience; for as the November sun surrendered to its scheduled slumber, ‘twas a square of warm golden light as inviting as any other.
Nightfall is illuminated by the rise of stars so at home in the black.
Nightfall upon this autumn eve brings starlight to strong and vivid seasonal hues.
Nightfall comes with a whisper of perfect black that grows into a comforting chorus of stars.
Nightfall comes to awaken dreams within its quilt of starlit black.
In this nightfall I imagine the stars as autumn leaves, fluttering in a heaven-spun wind.