The yellow color fills the sky,
The time is slipping fast;
The hours of sun are all but gone;
Another day is passed.
From drowsy lands of purpleness
The winds come singing in;
The lilac bush holds shadows now
Where banded bees have been.
Come softly, little Twilight Man,
And spread the blanket down,
Tuck in the edges of the dark
Around the weary town.