Suisun Nocturne

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The setting sun spills
over rolling brown hills
glancing back for one final flashing.

Then night’s black wind
heavy day’s veil rends
with a gale from the sea coldly piercing.

When warm day is done,
cool night’s just begun
its lusty old song sweetly calling

the cricket and linnet,
and bold frog in the thicket,
and dim trees gently swaying.

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