Almost through



unraveled hours

languidly dwindle and dim with the lengthening of the day

twilight loses its luster

dusk impatient

departs before dawn


yet in hours ignored

dark swells in innocent admiration

still enchanted by far off forms ablaze

the scent of summer slumber whispers in the wind

so when days are done

the old enduring earth

attempts again to become something new

“Almost New” by Meaghan Merrifield

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