Nocturne

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in the evening shadows
the garden shimmers
each blossom pulses
tossing its hues
to the fading light . . .

last night i sat in the gloaming
shadows stretching thin
across the lawns

birds swooped
as if scooping up the last rays to carry home
back to the nest . . .

fuschia and gold stained
the shadows that knelt
along the edges of the garden
cicadas rasped their vespers
seeking love in the darkness . . .

will i remember this come January?
yes
and yes again . . .