That quiet hour
When all colors and detail
Melt into blurred shadowy forms
And the dying light
Takes on an amber glow
It is then that the first star peeks through a fading sky
Signaling the oncoming night
With its twinkling echo of crickets
And gentle, warm, summer breezes
Wafting the perfume of night jasmine, magnolia, and orange blossoms
Under the bluish light of a reflected silver sun
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2022 06:21
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Comments2
My favourite time of day... just add the evening song of a blackbird and I'm content.
Lovely poem to contemplate.
Thank you dusk for your review and comment. It's my favorite time of the day as well. Thought I would try a take it easy poem today.
A very nice read indeed.
Thank you Rozina for your review and comment
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