Dusk

by Morgan E. Underwood | Posted on

Golden Hour casts her spell. 

Shadows stretch. 

The woods breathe deep. 

Branches creak. 

Lull honey-veined leaves 

To sleep. 

Light blushes

Depression-glass pink.

Enchants. 

The forest,  

Spell-suspended, 

Betwixt waking and sleeping. 

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