Word of the Day Poem: Vespertide – evening.

Not Quite Night

Leaves sway in the wind,
starshapes of red, dangling from the bark

babbling brook in the background

linking vivid sight to sound of softness

I know the leaves crackle in my hand
as sure as the water cradles the light

As it lessens in the chilled air,
the braided beams of light versus wind

hang here, in the vespertide

of our enchantment of us.

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