Evening
The gloaming shade of evening settles deeply upon me
Reminding me that I too am in the evening of my life.
A glowing orange horizon peeks through silhouettes of trees
Reflecting illuminated moments of my life obscured by dark uncertainties.
No breeze yet to waft the sweet scent of jasmine to my waiting nose
As I often waited for the perfect “something” before living my authentic life.
A soft breeze begins as early fireflies advertise their desire to an empty shade
Did I also waste my precious brilliance to abuse and indifference?
Evening gives way to night, the dark hiding the jasmine from sight but not smell
Will I know the foreign language of Old Age when my evening passes into night?
Tree of Knowledge Coven 
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