violin strings strain out
against the last light
amber horizon
pale tinted
fade to nightskyshade
first frost
in artificial light pools
low lying mist of evening glows
floating above grassy darkness
hovering over blades
silver wells of duskclouds
by elongating shadows
as over all
silver sickle moon
hung in a sliver
dainty dawdling shard
waiting for amber hues to fade to midnight
frost glint to be replaced
by starmates glimmering eyes.

the nights are drawing in.


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