Ruth Fainlight's mood (the actual words imitating her restlessness) may chime with many readers, especially those looking out on prospects of trees and horizons.

It comes from her New and Collected Poems (Bloodaxe, £20).

RESTLESSNESS OF SUNSET

I pull the curtains to

open them again

get up from my desk

sit down stand up again

to go to the window

and watch the

changes

of cloud and colour

every moment changing

and every afternoon

as dusk begins

I can't stay still

or close myself in

until the sun has gone

behind the trees below

the line

of the horizon

until the sky

has dulled and darkened

enough to let

the evening start and

soothe

the restlessness of

sunset.