Twilight

Coyote

Sunlight glistens...
I listen to butterfly wings
as a bird sings a song
from a departed age.
Lost in a dream, life
seems empty and
void of substance.
The wind is still
and a chill grips
bones that tremble
alone in the dim twilight
awaiting morning's consoling
bliss.

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  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful words Coyote.

    Andy

  • Lorna

    So quiet even with the bird's song. I just loved this.



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