Soft-rolling like a sea
Across a lea of gold
Dusk snuffs the hillside
And its tree
Into blue fold
The color-world of day
Grows dim then disappears
Upon a stage
Of charcoal gray
The cricket cheers
The pretty afternoon
Dons dewy-kissed twilight
An angel pins
The sky with moon
So comes the night
© Janet Martin
A beautiful story flowing form dawn to dusk till night.
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