I hope for a lingering day,
moments stretching long
and leaning into the warmth
of a slow rising sun
that decides to amble
across the sky,
a casual stroll
before allowing
the full moon
to rise, the evening
embracing us
in twilight’s dreamy
lilac and amber glow,
and the moment,
a holding breath,
leading up to dusk
settling over all the world.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2021
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