The Sea Buckthorn berries
Rapt in orange profusion,
As the starlings make merry
With nature’s evensong,
And the light dwindles
Errant shadows grow long;
Creating earth’s mantle
Obscuring the light…
For the darkness envelopes
Those creatures of the night,
And the haunting call
Of the wood pigeon…
Holding all in its thrall,
Under cover of twilight
That dapples the trees,
Beneath scudding clouds
As they float on the breeze,
While weary cyclists wend their way;
Homeward bound at the close of day.

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