Ragtag word for today is crepuscule
Twilight shadows wax and wain
Upon the harvest moon
Shades of autumn move in time
To eventide’s soft tune
A gathering of amber
A brick of russet sky
The golden breath of sunlight
To kiss the day goodbye
The tender sleep of ages
As winter’s score steps near
The weep of falling angels
That keep us from our fear
The darkness all around us
That gathers on the squall
A blessing for the season
A tempered night to all
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