Post by AquarianM on Oct 8, 2007 at 10:31pm
The Glowing Hour...I suppose it's as close as the sun can get,
To casting its own shadow,
That hour when it's fallen below our horizon,
But it still paints the sky,
When the planets and then stars begin to emerge.
We walk the twilight,
Searching Halloween decorations,
Every rustle in the cornfield a hair-raiser,
Every shadow fresh and new,
The charge runs up my spine.
Halfway between day and night,
I wonder what is stuck there,
Lurking in the glowing hour?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/09/2007