twilight in the foothills where
day meets night and swirls in dance
before giving way
the mountain becomes the valley
streams gracing curves
rocks rising out of the folds
dark greets light
with arms wide
saying look softly to the day
mama hens brooding
snakes and foxes
sense a belly full
i have fewer precious days
to spend with you
you have too many busy days
one generation to the next
chords and stitches take shape
some feed, some starve
and still there’s twilight in the foothills
where day meets night and swirls in dance
before giving way
and hens brood
while snakes
sun themselves
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