Dylan Thomas Revisited

The pink, cloud-enfolded sky leads

us west toward home

as flickering

fireflies bid

farewell to the departing sun.

Evening slowly

 wraps us in her

loose embrace and

softly sings our cares away while

gentling us

into the darkness

of that good night.

                                                             JDG

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