When twilight falls
Its fingers grasp
The days remains
Its shadow cast
Upon the ground
A shimmering cloak
A fading moment
Darkness strokes.
The dreams of youth
The inner eye
Of memories
Their form to fly
Upon invisible wings
To touch each star
That now glimmer
In darkening sky.
Each hope that ventured
Upon the breeze
Of Summers past
Leaves on trees
That fell in Autumns
Shaky start
That died in Winters
Broken heart.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Twilight came.... and you were still waiting for that bus! lol.
still there now, flask and sandwiches lol
Beautiful pairing of seasons with emotion and hope. Very nicely done a fave Norman
thanking you, much appreciated read and comment
You are very welcome
Lovely poem, Norman!
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Wow! Really enjoyed this. What stayed with me most is the ending, “That died in Winters / Broken heart.” That closing lands quietly but heavily...like the final settling of cold after everything else has faded. The seasonal imagery throughout ties together beautifully. Wonderful write, friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you for such kind comments, I am always much appreciate of the read
Wonderful words Norman but that light will return.
Andy
thanks for the read my friend, much appreciated
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