Clouds darken like molasses
A painfully slow leaching of dusk
Vesper sparrows drop their songs
And guard their ground nests
The true frame of night
Is disrupted by the coming storm
So like the interjections of fate
As shadows elongate
It is said in this tween light
One can transit the divine worlds
But only death can drag the soul
Through dusk to the other world
In this loess prairie of wind-blown dust
Blue grama grass survives
Drought and the cultivation
Of ancient prairies
Through the bridge between night and day
Squall and calm, progress and reclamation,
Liminal beings, we bloom at dusk like evening primroses
Until the dawn whisks us away
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MARY MARIE DIXON, a visual artist and poet, has published creative and academic works in various periodicals and anthologies, and a collection of poetry, Eucharist, Enter the Sacred Way, Franciscan University Press, 2008. Her focus is on women’s spirituality and the mystics, combined with the Great Plains and the spiritual power of nature. She has exhibited her visual work and accompanying poetry in galleries and explores the visual and poetic intersection in her creative life. She loves stars, sunrises, and sunsets on the open plains! https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mary-Marie-Dixon/104361173006800
