At Dusk

In the terrible darkness

Of a widow’s pain;
A warm gentle rain
Softly speaks of summer.

The silver droplets
Cling tentatively
To the frame of her mind,
Dripping into the sleepless
Corners of time …

Beyond the precipice
A seagull’s evening cry.
Gentle twilight
Soothes the tide,
Silence fills the dusk.

The sea ripples
A whisper of tender
Color on the sky.

As the sun sets,
A cold light clings
To the windswept clouds
Holding back the night.


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