In the expectant gloom

scents of seduction

drifting in the darkening

gentle lilies swaying in the fading light

long stalks quivering, whispering along the paths

as the daylight runs away like an ebbing tide

a velvet evening drowning in the moonlight

© Ann Bagnall

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