Quiet Gloom

The quiet gloom is easing along the city streets,
relieving the world of its obsession with color,
drawing the dark out of every vine and limb.

Rest, it murmurs with ice cold lips that feel warm to itself.

The redwood stands in the corner of the yard, bathed in small jewels,

reminding us of the nature of the heart when it is let

at last

out of a life of being safe.

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