Ever sunset…

Sun crackles in the blue reserved hill. 
One lone leaf glitters eerily of chill. 
The sky looks grosgrain from my window sill. 

The vastness of hill country in a leaf 
Dances beyond the span of all belief, 
The splendor of its memory is brief. 

You may not want to hear it when I say 
That earth is in the twilight of its day. 
The depth of it is drinking us away. 

A cloud is distant parchment in the sky. 
Today’s boat is a shadow sailing by. 
Minutes will never catch it, though they try. 

I wish it could be ever sunset, Friend, 
That fey instant before all colors blend, 
Dusk held at the crescendo of its end. 

– Sandra Fowler

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