One Summer Twilight

When softly sings the lullaby

Of Summer breezes through the trees

And twilight lingers, warm and slow

It is melancholy the dying day embraces.

 

I feel a certain insignificance

Among the greater scheme

As the day-lily's vivid bloom closes toward slumber

It's duty fulfilled.

 

I listen... quietly listen

for the last and final trill of Robin's song

To float across the air

As the ethereal darkness descends.

Reviews

[L.P. Hawkins]

Amazing! Your grasp on telling of nature's beauty in this aspect is spellbinding. The ability to allow nothing but poetic words to be spilled to page is a rare gift, my friend, one which you have. This is a favorite.