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  1. Hi Sarah

    This is indeed beautiful and so true of that special time of day. I think dusk, twilight or that time when the sun just goes down, is the poet’s time. A time for reflection and personal calm. There is something almost spiritual about the half–lit earth and the shadows coming back as if they were words or thoughts to comfort or inspire us. I love the entire poem but those last two strophes really say it all — they make the evening time a “poet’s planet”!

    we say,
    then look away,
    not quite touching,

    except at twilight, when
    fading songs come humming
    through the haze.

    Thank you for sharing,
    so much enjoyed!
    Wendy

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  2. “I think dusk, twilight or that time when the sun just goes down, is the poet’s time.”

    Absolutely!

    Wendy,

    Many thanks for your look into the soul of this poem.

    You are appreciated.

    Sarah

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    • Kerri,

      Thank you!
      I was thinking about your girls today.
      There is plenty of snow for a snowman
      and snow angels, and maybe even an igloo
      or two. It has even warmed up to 19 degrees
      which feels almost springlike after a week of
      below zero. Hope you are keeping warm.

      Sarah

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