19 Oct 2007

Night falls, a smothering hush the summer darkness.

Night falls, seeping into our skins come winter midnight.

Night falls, a second life of the world awake in spring sundown.

Night falls, quiet and brittle like dead leaves come evening fall.

Night falls, as a babe to wonder what lurked in the dark.

Night falls, to hide away all the world between youth and age.

Night falls, a wondering in the stillness of the old day passing.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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