Pieced together in cobalt and lilac,
squares of crazy quilted sky fill in scraps of the day,
stitched with sharp needles of stars and comet tails,
held in place by old oaks outstretched arms,
reaching up until the twilight is pinned,
hemmed and skirted by dusk and sweet dreams.
Receding day spills across the western ridge
to get swept into the corners of night.
(revision)
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.
At the insistence of dusk,
stars spark along the ridge top-
torches of ancient suns
lighting the evening paths of fox and hare.
Old oak shadows
stretch, reaching for twilights embrace,
dissolving into the darkling night
as the trees take up a low chant, shaking
winter weariness from their spring fired blood.
Ridgetop to ridgetop,
the bonfires of spring awaken-
bright lamps of bloom ignite in the silver starlight,
illuminating the April wood.
thunder fills in the corners
of dusk descending
on the three note song
of the small brown wren
night falls with the rain
humid evening breeze
whispers at the open door
come out, come out
the hyacinths are in bloom
golden evening glow-
stretches from the western ridge-
illuminating the edges of twilight
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early evening sun-
parts the shadows of the old oaks –
stretching to meet the waters edge
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deep evergreen day –
gives way to plummy dusk-
sweet, luscious summer night
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clouds smudge the twilight-
layers of violet, gray and ash-
staining the night sky
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