All the Tiny Spaces

Blue Spruce shadows
whisper on the wind at twilight,
A sparrow whistles timeless tunes;
the echo circles, expands,
lullabys the evening
with song and the sound
of the porch swing.
As the hour deepens
a hundred varied voices
gather in
filling
all the tiny spaces.
The day settles back
to sleep.

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