Against
the setting sun
Their
silhouettes so lightly drawn
As
if by artists done.
The
evening sky a creamy pink
With
wisps like candyfloss
Life
seems on pause, I catch my breath
As
day and night-time cross.
I
feel the chill is setting in
Sweet
autumn's gentle token
A
single car drives slowly past
And
so the spell is broken ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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