Dusk

A fiery sunset had almost faded
Before dusk chose to take her walk
And with elegance she silently set
Stars on her train, dew in her hair

She slips quietly between the trees
Shadows lengthening, attempting to follow
Tracing her footsteps, anchored to their trunks
While her breath cools their labour

Most don't feel her passage
But most fall spellbound for her charm
As eyelids droop and movements slow
She sings a lullaby to the world

The very air stills, listening to her voice
A gentle sighing, a delicate humming
of a haunting tune, rustles of her hem
With a cricket symphony for accompaniment

She's singing her love while she strolls
Calling to all those sharing their hearts
Lulling them from their dwellings
To whisper secrets in their ears

And as inconspicuously as she arrives
Her passing creates no great stirring
Still, as if broken from a trance of sorts
The weary sleep, and the owl hoots his day

The breeze, too, stirs after her departure
Sweeping away the last brightness from the sky
Distribute the rest of the stars, and prepares
For night to be on his way

Sure enough, swiftly dusk departs
Her beau, night, dragging his silver shield
With howling wind on his heels and frigid breath
Comes swiflty after in pursuit
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From English