PoemsTwilight ShadowsA poem about suburbia. Nathaniel DansereauApr 01, 202651ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA bird with yellow wings says hi to me. Twilight shadows warm the pretty grass. The leaves get dark as God drinks the evening. The only children for a mile dance and laugh. ShareSubscribe to Nate Dansereau for more poems and essays.Subscribe