Walking on a Spring Twilight.

You might call this a counterfeit dawn

The shades of blue across walls and lawn.

The tangible sweetness of the spring air.

The birdsong, from their be-twigged lairs.

 

Deepening dark (but by the week it grows slower,

the sun is strengthening, no longer getting lower).

A tear in the benevolent cloud-gloom reveals a shaft of sunset light.

A final chorus before the onset of night.

 

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