Dusk’s halo crowns the dimming day
Earth draped in a luxurious shawl
Embellished where blue shadows fall
In patterns pressed like applique
As twilight dons a hallowed air
And day that was is gently drawn
To gossamer worlds of bygone
In ambience akin to prayer
Leaving behind a kind of sense
That grants no answer as we peer
Down corridors of yesteryear
...of Time hinged to Something Immense
© Janet Martin
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