Even-ing
Mills winding away in distance
Sentries guarding the horizons (as if)
As the dusk tries to sneak past
The last rays of the Sun setting
A lone leaf on the bough wintry
Soaking in the remnants of the eve
And what's left of the bared tree
Silhouette of the spider web branching
Across the clouds lazily apace
The fog that descends at last
On the warm abodes beneath
The play of the light and
The winter soon melting (away) (into spring)
Bestow mystique unto the beauty
That's the all-encompassing night
That evens out all the divide
From humans to horizons
and the world between them
That the day smears our perception with
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