Twilight

Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day, Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red between light and dark kids make their appearance to play in the street , in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night That magical moment that is so rare The end of the day, beginning that certain time When harsh reality softens to misty light As day draws imperceptibly into night Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right