Doctor Grandma

I had a lovely, short walk just before darkness fell. It is unusually cool & I wore a jacket. It is perfect perfect weather, reminds me of camping & the coolness of night time sleeping in a tent, snuggling down into the sleeping bag to get warm. Took one picture which I really like. My crappy phone camera sometimes does artistic things.

Nightfall

The last brilliance of the Sun

Glows a circle of rose-colored light

Trees in silhouette reach fingers upward,

Blue sky fades to darker hue,

The Sun descends to other worlds,

sinks below horizon,

Dusk, these moments just before dark,

A time of transition,

a time of calm,

When Day becomes Night

But is neither one,

Children quiet and are tucked into bed,

Night creatures rise up from their graves

Frogs gather to sing mating calls,

Birds tuck heads beneath their wing,

Shameless mocking birds sing a song,

their voices fade from many to one,

Peace descends upon the earth

Telling us this day is done.

CF Black 6-05-12

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