Graveyard At Twilight

It was twilight when

I passed the graveyard

Ochre rays set the unblemished marbles

On fire, blazing, 

Reflection bouncing off polished headstones. 

The morning dew still clings

Provocatively to the edge of the grass;

Obdurate smile, head bobbing up and down

Until finally it

Slips and splatters onto the ground.

And the bumptious bird sings

Voice cracking, feathers ruffled; angry

At the beacon of light that shines through

The canopy of leaves
Stealing its audiences.