She walked through the woods alone.
As the daylight began to fade,
she was attracted by the crimson sky.
She was near her first love’s home.
His memory had been calling her again.
On the boundary between this day and the next,
twilight filters through the region.
Its light brings subtle changes to her mind.
She found time to remember recent days of joy.
As the crescent moon set, she found a place to rest.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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