Dreaming in the Twilight

I was sitting last night dreaming in the twilight. The sky was turning
from rosy pink to the soft gray of a dove's wing, into the slowly
darkening sky. As I sat and watched the breeze toss the leaves in
the trees, I could hear the sound of the ocean surf in the pines and then
the sound of the cottonwoods as they spoke of the coming of fall.
I watched as the leaves were drifting down and sitting quietly beneath
the trees.


The moon came out from the clouds that had kept its light from shining.
The path on my porch was so bright that it looked as if someone was standing
with a flashlight to light my way.
A mockingbird began to sing and as I listened to him go through his songs.
I tried to pick out each bird it was mocking. I loved that he was singing to the moon.
Even though it is still hot during the day I noticed that as I walked in
the grass the ground is beginning to cool down. The grass is now cold to my
feet.


As I sat and listened, I could hear the quiet chirping of the
tired crickets. I could hear the clicking of the katydids in the trees.
As I sat I could smell the faint smell of memories of long ago come
drifting on the wind.

Such are the dreams in the twilight, the door opens, as someone
asks a question and the ghosts of long ago retreat and life comes
in and gone are the twilight dreams to be replaced with the lovely
sounds of home, and comfort and of the love that daily surrounds me.

Have a lovely Thursday, may all of your wishes come true today.

~Kim~