Plaiting her hair
with honeysuckle and sweet grass,
under her breath,
she hums dusk’s lullabies
to the moon and stars.
The worlds edges slowly soften
as the night’s perfume rises
scented with cedar
and evening mists.
Twilight gathers herself,
wrapping the skys shoulders
in her second best shawl
filled with stars.
thecourseofourseasons 
So much pleasure to read and reread your thoughts, words and heartfelt descriptions this morning. A gray rain washed dawn here in Quincy, the closing of May, the awaiting of June and celebration of a wedding at the County Club , and the excitement of two dear friends making a journey back in time in Paris in about ten days ! What more could a 85 plus grandmother, transplanted from God’s country ( southeastern Missouri ) ask for ?
I loved the quote of “honeysuckeded bird songs “. I could heard and smell and vision, thank you ,Steve, so very much. It was a perfect start to my day!
God bless! Ann Ruth Pemberton
Love the ‘second -best shawl’. Jane
A gentle and lovely portrait of misty dusk…
Wonderful.. this is like a lullaby to me..
I love that image of twilight wrapping the sky’s shoulders in a shawl of stars. Wonderful as always!
Nancy
How very beautiful!!!!! I love that deep blue photo too.