The Fading Light

by | Mar 13, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

With the ever-quickening of the day
Too soon the Autumn’s flown away
Long Winter nights begin to fall
The mice within the hayricks crawl.
The river’s silent, cold, and dark
The dogs within the farmyard bark
The moon implores the vagrant sky
An owl uluates its mournful cry
Those treasured moments of the past
We would they could forever last
With quiet-contentment of the heart
We watch the fading light depart…


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