Dusk's soft grey entrance has tamed the wind's
raging tantrum, the signal for nature's elements
to recede and set aside their querulous
misgivings over haphazard signals given the
day now at rest and so must they. The forest sighs
its relief as the atmosphere stills and settles.
Its canopy dishevelled by broken boughs and
cracked bark littering the forest floor's fresh
fallen comforter from last night's snowfall.
The silhouette of gaunt trees shed of their glory
loom against an imminently-abandoned sky
the luminous ball of the sun retreating over the
horizon. A faint murmur of birds nesting for the
night, and soon the dark cloak of night descends.
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