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The magic of a summer twilight in the woods can stop us in our tracks and still us with awe. But this is the witching hour of dusk when the people of the Other Kingdom take possession too, unseen and unheard.
The magic of a summer twilight in the woods can stop us in our tracks and still us with awe. But this is the witching hour of dusk when the people of the Other Kingdom take possession too, unseen and unheard.
The magic of a summer twilight in the woods can stop us in our tracks and still us with awe. But this is the witching hour of dusk when the people of the Other Kingdom take possession too, unseen and unheard.
With the golden chime of twilight in the branches The last Goodnight of the slanting sun. And there are no voices either Just the tiny whisper of birdseed dropping from beas And the heady song of the honeysucle. !our soul is sliding into the sunset "rowsy with sweet imaginings And you as if Ive doped your tea #r put cannabis in the scones. $ut what you sense is the witching hour of dus When the people of The #ther %ingdom come out silently To paddle in the rushes by the pond And ticle the fish. !ou only now that something is happening. "ont as my dear& its no concern of ours& We only live here ' it belongs to them. (from THE CITY OF LITTLE LIGHTS Copyright E. J. Ward Midsummr !"#$% Copyright E. J. Ward Midsummr !"#$