Scene From A Hill

The twilight brings a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves above me
where I sit on a hill overlooking a vast meadow
of purple asters and flowering orange butterfly weeds

I'll wait here to watch the sky change
from light blue gray to red and orange
   as the sun slowly falls 
behind a thin red-threaded horizon

where the first glimmer of a star appears
and the sound of crickets start their melody
shades and shadows dance through the meadow
as the setting sun begins to fade away
and a quarter moon rises in the northern sky

as the sky blackens stars become more visible
and the meadow has darkened
while fireflies start their nightly lamp-lighting
and the sound of frogs are heard in the distance
   telling me it's time to leave

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