Evening falls

Rose silk clouds,
deep, lenghening shadows
Evening falls

Liquid rose petal glow,
lapping, whispering,
distant echoes of faraway shores.

Drifting. foot-loose,
a vessel awaits,
adventures abound

Evening falls
…. stirring a dream.

A dreamy, wistful Huckleberry Finn moment today as we crossed the bridge on our way home.

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