Dusk comes swiftly
on silent feet.
He sees its approach
as he stands
between
curtains cast open
to capture fading light;
he pauses, just a moment,
to consider shadows
both menacing and mild.
A corner of his mouth lifts,
his eyes dark with memory.
He tugs securely on his hat
and picks up a jacket
to ward off the imminent arrival
of wild winds swirling
through a striated, pearlescent sky,
grabs his keys
to many doors
and strolls quietly
into slow sounds of nightfall,
an echo of boots in the distance,
striding into a beckoning unknown,
still believing
the sun will rise...
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I was pleased he & Mary both liked it. Now I'm especially pleased that you do, as well. Thank you, Sweetie. I didn't write this one immediately, right off the top of my head, like most of 'em. 
Go figure. Don't ask me, I just hold onto the pen...sometimes for dear Life, as I always say. 
Thanks, as always, for hosting such inspiring contests, my Friend...& they always seem to catch me at just the right moment, too, which only proves your timing is impeccable. 
Merry, merry. 
