Approaching Night

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Title:     Approaching Night
Author: Howard V. Sutherland [More Titles by Sutherland]

The lower'd skies are grey; the trees are bare.
A week ago they gleam'd in splendid rows
Of gold and crimson; now in gaunt despair
They stand like ghosts above new-fallen snows.

The world seems even greyer than the skies.
'Twas yesterday the homeward-honking geese
Fled as from death. They know too well what lies
Behind this sinister, foreboding peace!

[The end]
Howard V. Sutherland's poem: Approaching Night

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