Below the horizon the sun sinks.
Night is a whisper away,
Tracing purples, deep blues, pale pinks,
The sky is a vivid array.
Green leaves pepper the trees,
As I walk blissfully on.
The gentle breeze caresses me,
A thousand years ‘til dawn.
Thick, muggy air sticks restlessly to skin.
Street lamps illuminate the way.
The stars wink secretly to its kin,
While the moon hangs serenely at bay.
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The peaceful warmth surrounds,
Quieting the world of commotion.
Every hour, every minute, life slows down.
For the darkness emanates devotion.
Crickets and cicadas rustle and sigh,
Frogs plead for the rain.
Winter is dead, my heart is alive.
Cold shall never reign.
