1 Poem by Linda Woolven

Twilight

When the sky turns slate, 

and grows still and silent, 

and twilight touches with 

its smudge of suggestions. 

And all tones become hints of grey, 

a comfort, 

I am held in the embrace 

of coming night. 

I know the day is done, 

quietly, 

and I am in soft shades and edges. 

A safe womblike place 

as the night approaches 

with its darker intentions. 

Bionote

Linda Woolven has published over 100 poems, including two chapbooks, in numerous journals. She won an award for one of her poems. 

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