Gossamer wings

fly in the dusky light,

The sun is setting

it s orange glow brightens the night,

At the edge colours pink

purple gray blue,

Which bleeds into the darker

the night coming through,

The gossamer wings

they dance and they twirl,

Then to close to a candle

they burn and they curl,

The long grass casts black shadows

on the patio stones,

And the stars twinkle out

in the sky from their zones,

The moon rises up

so high in the sky,

Bids the night awakening world

a sleepy time hi,

The wind blows a symphony

of night crawlers and frogs,

The trees take on life

joined by a howl from two dogs,

Two men stand by a bonfire

burning rubbish from the day,

Two women bring them tea

and sandwiches on a tray,

The smoke from the fire

fly’s into the night,

Distracting an owl

in hunters flight,

The gossamer wings

now embers curled on the floor,

And intrude on this night

we will do no more….

 

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