Quiet Sunset

by AGI DOBSON

The hills quiver in
golden light
a slight breeze
brushes yellow leaves
roosting calls of birds
gradually cease.

With the fading of gold
to yellow, pink, then indigo
the hills dissolve.

The first stars glimmer
in a purple sky
golden windows
of lamp-lit rooms
dot the darkening hill
everything is still – an
enfolding quiet descends.