Another day has come and gone,

Drifted by like distant song

With lyrics I could barely hear

In the twilight of the year.

Now the moon has ridden high,

Watching as the time goes by

Like a dream that no one sees

As it floats above the trees.

And the trees that crowd my door

Cast long shadows across my floor,

Like ancient hermits those shadows moan

Against a wind that chills their bones.

Or twisted wanderers long insane

That scratch across my windowpane

With gnarled fingers ripe with age

But much too weak to show their rage.

I light a candle to give them strength

Or so I hope that’s what they’ll think,

All the phantoms my mind creates

When the moon is high and the hour late.

And I curse myself a fool
To fall back on some child’s tool
And give such credence to my fear
In the twilight of the year.

 END

 “Twilight”