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When Dusk Falls
by Jane E PearceHave you noticed
how dusk sneaks in earlier
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than last week?
Quietly joining the company
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for a spot of tea
in the garden or on the porch.
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How cheeky he is-upstairs
and down in the parlor,
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while we hardly notice
his approach.
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Our eyes become used to
setting sun at nine,
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until dusk pushes us into
red maples and corn stalks.
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We put out our hand
to grasp the fading light.
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I hope they close the casket
slowly and gently-
we need to say goodbye
to the beautiful flowers,
and the fleshed faces we have loved.
07/20/2007 Posted on 07/21/2007
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/21/07 at 12:56 AM Nicely done. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/21/07 at 05:32 PM Very nice! I like "until dusk pushes us into red maples and corn stalks." And "cheeky" is an unexpected and very vivid adjective to use here. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/25/07 at 07:48 PM A very special poem..smh+ |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/27/07 at 04:44 PM I enjoy this on so many levels. On a literal level, it's quite descriptively beautiful. On a metaphorical level, it works for so many of life's processes. It's always good when the fall and winter come slowly. |
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