The day darkens.
The wilting shadow of an infant birch
Grants its last leaf to the pavement,
Becomes the gnarled, knotted hand
Each twig-shade a
Spindle fingered cipher
Tickling the evening into passage.
The moment shifts.
Streetlights flicker and buzz into being.
A portal shuts.
Stephen Elliot is a 20 year old Belfast man currently studying English Literature at Strathclyde University, Glasgow.