light hangs in the balance.
meanwhile, the maples and alders
don their splendid russet robes
for the sunlight’s going away party
and the garden, bowing with bounty,
births blessing and abundance
we circle around the fire
enchanted by the glowing embers
for the harvest of gathered hearts.
the sun fades; dusk embraces us
and our souls swell at the beauty
of the light, the fire within each other

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