Now the Day Is Over

Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh,

shadows of the evening steal across the sky.

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Now the leafless landscape settles in repose,

waiting for the quiet of the winter snows.

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Now as twilight gathers let us pause and hear

all the slowing pulsebeats of the waning year.

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May the season’s rhythms, slow and strong and deep,

soothe the mind and spirit, lulling us to sleep.

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Sleep until the rising of another spring

keeps the ancient promise fall and winter bring.