Twilight
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
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