Dusk Chorus
The night is close, but it isn't cold,
And birds, singing still, make for a glorious dusk chorus.
The dark can follow, looking back,
And looking onward's just as black,
But a sturdy, fond wood-smoke breaks this lonely shadow,
And I recall my hand held in yours,
And I know of no safer hold.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2012
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