End of Night

Todd Jackson

In Your Honor

This time, above others, is Apollo’s:
Ancient Night has stretched long, like the North winter stretches long.
There is a blur of purple at the black horizon.
In moments it is spread to a violet efflorescence in the Sky, but
It has not yet rested upon the tree-tops.
The dew still buds, unmelted.

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