Twilight Hour

The amber glow has faded,

  On mountains crowned in blue.

As shadows cross the valley.

  A single light shows through.

The sleeping hunter rises,

  Eyes piercing through the gloom.

Dark shadows slowly creep,

  The valley to entomb. 

The evening breeze is cool,

  Wafting through the trees,

The tired day must slumber,

  To put the earth at ease.

The blue horizon lingers

  Like a fading flower,

For one more precious moment

  At the twilight hour.

LDT Feb 9, ‘26

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