The night whispers her secrets to herself
a sotto voce prayer we cannot understand
the darkening garden holds its promises
and its fears as the sun loses the sky
the world reverses itself
filling with night creatures and sending the birds to nest
as the gloaming sets upon us
so we rest within that mystery
lulled by the promise of tomorrow
into dreams of light and joy
past the borderline between night and day – Caroline A. Slee

The Gloaming

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