by Brian Francis
The twilight hour, drawing the night
Copyright ©2023 B. F. O’Connor
Dissolving the colors of day
Night flows obscuring the eyes
Daylight yielding, fades away.
Brigades of colors assail the clouds
In waves of deepening hue
The birds set roost among the trees
To sing their soulful tune
As the final reflections of daylight fade
A still quietness settles in
Watched over by the moon and stars
Let the reign of Nyx begin
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