Between the roof of sky
and the arch of flaming trees,
we linger, stunned by color, and
dazed by the sunset of the year,
are reluctant to seek shelter
under roofs we've built ourselves.
Sunset dwindles into twilight,
and the long dusk deepens.
Then, our shadows carve themselves
from shadows, and our shapes emerge,
lit by our evening windows,
by the lamps we bear within.
Like stars becoming visible
in evening sky,
our lamps burn brighter
when autumn's brilliance fades.
Enveloped by new darkness,
We see each other shining in new night.
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