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Last Lingering Light
A red sunset bleeds onto a blue sky,
behind branches of a majestic oak.
And shadows ink green leaves in silhouette,
as the crickets chirp and the bullfrogs croak.
I can hear the crops rippling in the breeze,
and a brook babble with a southern drawl.
Yet they’re lost in the quiet of night,
as time slows to a perceptible crawl.
The fragrance of wildflowers rides the air,
as an ebony bat blindly takes flight.
And as darkness descends like a curtain,
day acquiesces to the might of night.
A quicksilver moon pools amidst the clouds,
dripping drops of sunlight onto the lake.
And all the heavens begin to glitter,
as billions of sleeping stars now awake.
Dusk snuffs out any last lingering light,
while nature silently whispers, Goodnight.
Written July 31, 2015 for “Nature Poems Only - Poetry Contest”