twilight storm


The twilight storm has approached, cooling the air

Earthy smells encroach my senses to despair

I wrap up warm under shelter

I feel the dampness of this eventide

I see the mass of clouds mounting up high

Grey bubbles bubbling up and up

A distant rainbow appears

As I notice the colors it goes

Then rain comes down in dewy blows like tender tears

How I love this eventide

How I love its climate

How I’d love to play with God’s template for it

Bleary eventide

You are beautiful to me

Perhaps one day you’ll come and let me go with thee?

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