Twilight's Song


twilight lays its gentle hand upon changing skies,
whispers of peaceful stillness cling to crimson
horizons and we listen to this silence, an almost

eerie absence of song... even the off-key chime
of too many sparrows has disappeared
and the quietness sings like a lullaby after

their squawking cacophony... beneath the canopy
of sighing leaves melodies rest, content
in their choir lofts, napping as the sun gathers

day's sheet music, waiting for moon to begin
its own symphony of midnight operas and we have
this moment to breathe, to reflect, to become lost

in the stillness... nature's music, its sweet concertos
of earth slipping into dulcet slumber, minuets of rising
stars and the arias of night sounds rocking us ever

so softly in the cradle of crimson horizons, granting
us day's surrender and the peace that lives
within the silence that is twilight's song