EVENING

As the plump golden orange that is moon

Speeds slowly to the past so soon,

Warm harshness that is sun meets lagoon.

Cold blankets that hide the afternoon,

Wrap and comfort the bright eyed raccoon.

Slower now, creeps the large silver balloon

On it's trip across the giant room;

From hiding, in the time of noon.

The darkness brings a strange lovely tune,

Telling of night creatures and their fortune.

Nolan L. Julian

1974

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