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When Night Comes
Don Hynes
Nov. 16, 2014
The branches are bare
after the scouring wind,
just a few strays left
against the blue sky
in the slant of sunlight
after the long storm.
Winter is coming,
days shorten
and long dreams
begin their approach.
When night comes
we find our way
close to the fire,
the flames speaking
of what’s hidden
as the dark returns.
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