My hours are spent

in an unending dusk

awakening in dark hours

driving swift across

twilit fields

the waking hours find me

between four walls

as the sun holds court

high overhead

but my quiet times

my writing hours

my solitude space

to think my thoughts

are spent in the gloaming

the almost night

that stretches infinitely

during winter’s brief days – Caroline A. Slee

The Gloaming

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