dusk in a town

The short walk home through a close September dusk picks me up
I follow a gray path through green by the redish burn
of other peoples homes. The orange stars
in the mid distance glitter on the textures
of streets,roundabouts and warehouses.
Down the hill
then I cross the road without looking twice
or stuttering my stride. I look down the burn,
it's froth and stretch finds a home in me.