Twilight

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

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(Wafting the perfume of night jasmine, magnolia, and orange blossoms Under the bluish light of a reflected silver sun) Wow! Such beautiful imagery you create with your words. ~Sharon

[Soren]

Miss Sharon you are too kind. Thank you for your review and kind words.

[Ashi written tale & poe..]

nice one sharon Twilight :)

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful descriptive poetry here. Wonderful imagery and my senses of sight, sound, smell and touch stimulated. Lovely poetry, thanks for sharing.

Chris