Evening Reflection


Soft grey day quiets into night
Dawn grew old lost day its light
Lingering or yielding end it must
Unnoticed, unsung, unheard and thus
Each day ends as each day does

Trees blaze scarlet in autumn dusk
Blushing glory fade to rust
Birdsongs hush and shy breeze brush
The air with falling gold and thus
Each day ends as each day does

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