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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