Twilight quickens

In the sweep of cloud

Hastening towards the darkness

Of night’s heavy shroud

Past the finger of the signpost

Pointing the way

Past the country church

And down the lane

Each dusk a little death to mourn

Until the next new day is born


© Kim M. Russell, 2015


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