Shadows pool in the afternoon
Promising twilight will be here
To tell us darker night is near
Silvered with the glow of the moon.
A chill wind rattles the leaves outside.
It carries the song that distant dogs
Sing to the coyotes laired in crags
Atop the hills where lone deer glide
Across the flower dotted meadow.
I sit alone remembering them,
My dead who left me here to dream.
I see their faces in every shadow.
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