A Quiet Evening Poem by Isadora Quagmire
A Quiet Evening
The long sore day now gently fades,
The cool river calls, as evening shades.
With family, I splash and play,
Washing the world's fatigue away.
Then fireflies we see—tiny sparks,
We catch their flickers in the dark.
Such simple joy, so glad and true,
We feel this evening, through and through.
Thursday, September 11, 2025
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