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‘Twas the twilight of evening
when most were resigned.
When swaying tree tops do sweep the sky
as if encouraging the evening on.
When the last light of day is filtered away
saved in a box shaped like the moon
to be sprinkled on a lake
where diamonds do dance
or return as the dew
in its midmorning finery.
‘Twas the twilight of evening
were goose down feathers
provide nesting for many
and fires yet birthed
have ashes restirred.
were a man riches are counted
by the chairs filled at his table
were murmured voices
speak softly of dreams kept
alive in mason jars on a shelf.
a season for all were the mantel clocks soldier keep watch over time, a cadence
of rest
trumpeting the evensong
and the passing of
the twilight of evening
Jamar |
