Night colour creeps

I wrote this for Colleen’s poetry challenge then realised I’d done it wrong on two counts—it’s a nonette, not an etheree, and I didn’t use synonyms. I’m tired. Here it is anyway, and I’ll write another poem for the challenge. The painting is by Evelyn de Morgan.

Night colour creeps among evening trees,

seeps into the dark ocean green,

filling hollows where the sun

had shone with softest grey.

Dove and pigeon-plumed

night falls silent

as fox pads,

owl flight,

sleep.