Dusk is enveloping from all around
Like a Russian Doll my body contains
The forty nine years I have loved
Each year a doll with a different face, skin and memories
Eyes look out and up into
The Patterning fingers of leaves
Each leaf a curling invitation into the cosmos
Death is calling now
Its warm bell of relief
One inevitable day to visit
Darkness falls
Flickering orange eyes of distant beasts
Are waking into the night
Be there dragons not far from here?
Stillness descends within, settling outside, to still
Until the silhouetted blacks enclose
One last time.
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