My Day

Gray-blue dusk washes over the yard,

Leaf-green plants fade into dark forest patterns

beckoning the shades of evening to be drawn

down--down-descending to their lowest estate.

Midnight shadows pass by on their way to usher in evening.

 

Deer walk a trail through the forest field

feasting on ever-deepening greenery during dinner hour.

Silent, blending back into the woods from which they

emerged a while earlier, disappearing into impending night.

Day carelessly slips away, never to return in its present state.

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