Evening Light

How pure and gentle 

The light this evening shines; 

A final performance, perfectly

Captivating its weary crowd

I walk in the pools of dancing 

Light, playful and innocent, 

Cleansed after the icey storm

Only to reveal this serene gift 

Which makes jewels of droplets 

Left on the glass, a fragile treasure

For that wealth of joy and peace 

Shall pass on, as the sun sets 

Beyond the last of westward clouds.

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Nottingham, February 2017