Twilit Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Twilit



All our hours have turned to hues
And golden tinted evening blues
While each and every lovely sound
Has gathered in the air around
And glass reflects the radiant light
But also hails the coming night
Which seeps across the dampened sky
And blankets all with silver sighs
All our hours are wrapped in rays
And silence brings the end of days

Saturday, October 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,sunset
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