Twilight In the Pines

A dusky passage, winding streets, ventured by merlot, Walking through the alley, a blind man will go. Nights bliss walks a homeless man, chin up, heart so kind, Imagination through the pine trees, trails he can only find. The chirping of the crickets as woodland creatures scour, Serene, Rim top camping, a peaceful midnight hour. Pallets on fire, mice scattered thru the street, Carried on, a blind man, Mother Nature’s his retreat. To the left he will climb, finding shelter from the bears, Excitement from a childhood, reminiscing tears. Died down local traffic, no honking of the cars, Desolate, departed streets, corralled in the bars. Best part of the day, a nature hike, his life’s highlight, Walking the streets smiles a blind man, his enchanting twilight. Twilight- Poetry Contest Dated 09-23-2016