dusk
By Catherine Edmunds
Published: October 16, 2007
Updated: September 5, 2010

 

trees of rusty timber take leave
while wooden sheep wander this eve
by willows, some sleep
counting forests deep
waters weep
whispers weave

raven flies by on wings of night
wisps of mist rising caught in flight
sink now, drink with eyes
embrowned in disguise
as fear dies
in faint light

running together, follow me
past reeds rustling, red chestnut tree
follow past knowing
fleet river flowing
bestowing
dusk on thee

 

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