Even’s Swell

The ebbing light pools to aqua shallows in the west,

And casts the clouds through dusty lavenders to depths of gray,

But wispy-fingered mists still reach to grasp the glow and hold it,

Lighting briefly to a burnished shine

          ‘Fore cooling to a softened steel

                     As the fire slips past and flows away.

Then the smoldering brightness draws together

Sending forth its last farewell.

The chill of depths creeps in behind it

O’er-flowing it in even’s swell.

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