Twilight

sorenbarrett

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

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2022 06:21
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  • dusk arising

    My favourite time of day... just add the evening song of a blackbird and I'm content.

    Lovely poem to contemplate.

    • sorenbarrett

      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.

    • Rozina

      A very nice read indeed.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Rozina for your review and comment



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