Crest Of Dusk Poem by Tim Labbe

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At the
Crest of Dusk,
gradated hues
abound.

Warmth is cast from breath,
the horizon adorns
Sunset's golden
crown.

Taunting winters absence,
remaining leaves
tightly cling,
surrendering to
their fate
as a cool breeze gently sings

Once free blowing sails
hold tight to
their royal mast,
nestled against the shore
in darkened waters, deep and vast

Outstretched branches, barren
majestically reach toward the sky
abandoned, are the refuge
where it's winged dweller, left to fly


by
Tim Labbe