Shannon Pugh

Twilight fallen
Here and now
Remnants still on the sky
Glittering the past reflected
Hues of gold and red linger-
Bringing an end
A sure means to begin

Darkness covers,
Pure and sweet
Simple burning balls of light
Father gloom shinning in the night
Telling us stories of our future-
A way to begin
Before the means to end

Dawn calling
Coming steadfast and sure
Bleaching the autumnal dome pale,
Bring us promise of rest 
Labor into breath
Then darkness into death

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