Night silver

Each night the sun sinks
golden,
drawing all the light beyond
the lip
to the other side
of night,
the place where shadows grow,
where stars
are born and burst and
transform
the meadow, soft and grey with
slumber,
trod by silent feet and swept by silent wings,
into
the glorious swell of night ocean
silver.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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