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Twilight
by Mary Ellen SmithWell spent,
the daytime lingers on
not wanting yet to be gone.
Her watercolor sky,
a blushing pink
foreshadowing the nighttime's ink.
She tucks the birds
in leafy trees.
Hurries homebound sleepy bees.
Undoes a flower's bonnet string
while urging cricket choirs to sing.
Her twilight catches every star
and brings them right to where you are
reluctantly bidding adieu,
leaving the stars to comfort you. 08/01/2002 Posted on 08/16/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/17/06 at 02:15 AM Hi Mary Ellen. Yep, this is a favorite. Love every word! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/19/06 at 04:45 AM Peaceful and serene, and ahhh moment indeed. smh |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/20/06 at 01:07 AM So lovely! Catches the essence of the close of day. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/20/06 at 03:52 AM Such a calmness overcame me as I read this, Mary Ellen. Just before the night grows dark, the twilight leaves its beautiful sprinklings on us. Beautiful imagery. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/24/06 at 05:50 PM I like how you have eloquently personified this elusive event, Mary Ellen. With a feminine touch you’ve made it that much more desirable and rewarding. |
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