Magical Dusk

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SUNDAY WHIRL
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MAGICAL DUSK

I write from a land where the sun collapses, suddenly, into night;

One moment day, then a speedy fade to darkness from the bright.

But in another, far-off land, dusk lingered on for hours,

As the sun, majestically, slowly, divested itself of its powers.

One could sit in a summer garden where roses climbed the fence

And trace the sun descending in a sky pale and immense.

One of life's essentials was, of course, a glass of wine,

That and a good companion, a recipe for the divine.

One could be forgiven for sensing a link in the chain

Of all the magic of nature, wind and sun and rain.

And one could imagine an operator working the scenery

On a great blue empty stage where the bright sun used to be.

But, at last, after hours of sinking, the sun dips on its way

And the cold night makes an entry, etched in a pencil-grey.

I have seen the sun set many, many, many times,

But I still miss the magic of dusk in those far-off northern climes.

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GROWING OLD
(An Acrostic)

'Geriatric'! What a word!
Really! It is quite absurd!
Old externally I may be
While inside I am just a baby!
Isn't it a crazy thing!
Nature has a definite Spring!
Gardens don't mix-up each season!
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Only humans commit this treason!
Letting Spring bloom in the heart
Defying each other Wintry part!
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