Trenchant, verdant, distinct sounds,
outside within and all around,
these noises twilight's bold decrees
resound and ground serenity.
So many birds together sing
and call each other on the wing,
upon this furrow's reclining chair
their commune bright, their thoughts laid bare.
I sit and watch while the sun fades
through orangey pinkish enlightening grades
the songs slow down and finish up
and night descends like daylight's dust.
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