Dusk Haiku

pinking the night

down to earth

hush tippy-toes in

the DJ fades out

memory’s slider

no more pencil marks!

obsidian skies

cooling a lava glass

for sparkle stars

ghosts whisper

their ancient stories

scaring the living

beech and birch

whip up flames

in a yawning stove

heat flickers dry

easing the room

all blinds drawn

darkness, at bay

wanders cold

no gap, under the door

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