The Evening Comes Most Time Soft
The evening comes most time softly,
uninvited but welcome by some.
Though not unexpected, dusk is not wanted,
the day had too many things left undone.
The room is quiet and the air stilled,
a long dark shadow occupies the wall.
A figure rests for one more thought
then knows its time to answer the call.
Windows frame the fingering shadows
that bathe and soothe the lingering light.
Witnesses silently gather in the parlor
with open eyes, passing the day to night.
The evening comes most time softly but
should not always have its way.
Disturb the dusk with a stance for morning
and desires that can only live with day.
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