Last Lingering Light
A scarlet sun bleeds onto a pink sky,
behind branches of a majestic oak.
And shadows ink its leaves in silhouette,
as lonely crickets chirp and bullfrogs croak.
I hear the treetops swaying in the breeze;
and a brook, babbling with a southern drawl.
But they're lost to the quiet of the night;
as time slows to a perceptible crawl.
When adventurous moths take to the air,
acrobatic bats hunt them down mid-flight.
And as darkness descends like a curtain,
twilight acquiesces to the night's might.
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 seem to wake.
A lone owl's haunting hoot empowers dusk
to extinguish the last lingering light.
And diurnal animals go to sleep;
while Nature silently whispers goodnight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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