The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
out and dance at your feet. Honeysuckle and roses all in full
bloom, swaying in the breeze so you inhale the perfume.
Swallows flying in the sky catching insects as they fly.
Soft rain is falling but not for long, because the nightingale
is still singing his song.The day is long in the Twilight Zone
but this is a time when you should be alone
To spend time with the stars that are now peeping through,
into a sky that has now changed to midnight blue.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-6/
