Now is the hour
when cypress trees dim into shadows.
The river is lingering along the bank
in puddles caught among braided roots.
Ageless sky deepens, wavelets go still,
the water seems to slow and fall silent.
This is the ceremony of sinking dusk—
when our reflections turn dark and
dim blues fade in the calm of night.
Yasou! A Celebration of Life, July 2020
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