Nightfall 08 for Friend D.L.Paget

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Nightfall 08

 

The evening sky in shades of grey.

 Light grey, dark, grey, all tinged with gold

Denotes the ending of the day.

I watch entranced as I behold

the darkness falling gradually.

The blue transmutes to indigo,

 the last remnants of day light flee.

Reluctantly but they must go.

The stars come slowly into view.

The constellations wheel and turn,

 forever old, forever new

and catch your eye each in their turn.

If I but wait the moon will rise.

Each night provides some new surprise.

 

18-Jul-08

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