Twilight Poem by Jim Richardson

Twilight



The gloaming, a soft time, a silent time
The hush of day. A small allotment of time

Amid haste and pause, a time of reflection
A moment when most activity is in decline,
when one's mood leisurely becomes thoughtful
And alters with the deepening of the setting sun

Turning back the wick of Gods lamp
How beautiful the sight

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Jim Richardson

Jim Richardson

Clinchco, Virginia
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