Descending Performance
Golden elegance descending;
a tired performer, takes his bow
upon the evening’s stage, at ending;
time to bed down his aching brow.
Celestial yawning shadow creeps,
across the grasses in twilight dance.
A tranquil, spring breeze seeks;
its evening of romance.
A choir of nature’s singers
prepare to take the stage.
chiming, vocal harbingers
sing, it’s time to turn a page.
When twilight song succumbs to sleep;
dreams will arise from obscurity’s deep.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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