The twilight isn’t herald with a melody
Yet there is the locust harmony
Against the cricket's song
Their mate calling
Of my remembered youth

It’s during twilight
That a soft kiss of night blues
  Causes day to blush
 Warm colors of pinkish hues
 As Polaris appears

Twilight comes in the hush shades
As night reaches for day
With its long shadowed fingers
And the call to come home
From mothers as streetlights come on

Twilight is the sun creeping past the horizon
Like a girl caught past curfew
Her lingering light
 A final kiss good night
I watch from my window  
 A witness to Twilight
Surrendering to night  

Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin

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