Where We Bid Today Adieu

 Just before dusk the sun made an appearance turning earth into a glistening shrine!

Now night gathers woodland and heath

From scenes that thrill our gaze by day

As other worlds unfurl beneath

Star-littered awnings far away

And Heaven dips its brush into

Paint jars of onyx, silver-gray

As Earth becomes an avenue

Devoid of color-warped chambray

Then we shed our color too

And melt into the haunting hush

Bidding another day adieu

As it dwindles on twilight’s brush

© Janet Martin

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