As Crickets Sing

Evening weaves a tapestry of

many varied

strands. Sound and sky,

shore and setting

sun, a lone gull in flight  form a

gentle pattern,

bringing to close

a peace-filled day.

Something splashes in the shallows

as crickets sing

and sound and sky

still hold the light.

                                                                   JDG

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