Standing On My Porch On A Dark Evening. Poem by Lazarus Knix

In the twilight these dark trees,
Are lulled by summers gentle breeze,
And though their leaves are truly jade,
The darkness tints them to a gray.

Each appears a silhouette,
(Which makes me feel quite genuine) ,
Though it wouldn’t be to my surprise,
If they thought themselves truer than I.

Yet within, we all are green,
True, fruitful, blossoming-
But staining our figures in this night,
Are the dark uncertainties of life.