Twilight

Written by: jim joyce

Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays
Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day, 
Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets 
In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet
 Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare 
Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air 
The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair 
Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red 
 between light and dark kids make their appearance to  play in the street ,
 in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed 
Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek
Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights

Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night 
That magical  moment that is so rare
 The end of the day, beginning  that certain  time 
 When harsh reality softens to misty light 
As day draws imperceptibly into night 
 Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right