Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
Settling mysterious into the late afternoon,
Phoebus hazily parts early twilight's face
And pushes herself roundly between clouds,
Beats the moon with mellow light and outpaces
The dying day by creating a dim misty gloaming.
Venturing forth, four legged canine bounds ahead
And we follow more slowly, both loath to leave home
Yet wanting to taste this fine moist evening spread.
As empty beach beckons we welcome the link
Between daylight and dark, greet the first star
And bid goodbye to the blue, as old Sol sinks.
Then turning for hearth and home, see parting
Day take a last bow, and leave a pale promise
Of milder tomorrow, half-light now obscuring
Any more sun, day is done, dies and as it kisses
Goodbye the moon silvers both sea and moors.
The glory of evening installed, now inspired we
Leave the scene and set off to fireside and tea.
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