After a bright afternoon’s quickening light
To be cradled by dusk,
Its slowly sit-down darkening
To contemplate the softening outline of the old cat
Curled warm on your grey-trousered lap
To watch the women and men with briefcases and backpacks
Walk from the bus toward darkened houses
To see a glow appear here or there and know
The tired homecomings have begun
To unravel the mysteries of your heart
That can only be glimpsed when the busy sun
Pulls up its thick shadows
And the arms of the evening encompass all
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A Space to be Filled 
Oh, that is lovely!
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And the picture is a perfect accompaniment.
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lush and warm.
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Reblogged this on Unwind.com and commented:
This poem is from many years ago now, but it still expresses something important to me about the beauty, peace, and comfort of this time of year.
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