Canadian Dusk

Dusk glooms over mordor,
          where fires beacon
                             beside sludge ponds.

          Grey frost cakes the dormant prairie
                             pocked with biding ice
                             hundreds scoffed beneath
                             a damp wool sky.

           And a thick band of indigo
                             rusting into heaven,
                             blurs the Southern banks
                             ever slowly yawning to
                             engulf the night.