The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily <br />flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling <br />crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown. <br />This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come <br />out and dance at your feet. Honeysuckle and roses all in full <br />bloom, swaying in the breeze so you inhale the perfume. <br />Swallows flying in the sky catching insects as they fly. <br />Soft rain is falling but not for long, because the nightingale <br />is still singing his song.The day is long in the Twilight Zone <br />but this is a time when you should be alone <br />To spend time with the stars that are now peeping through, <br />into a sky that has now changed to midnight blue.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-6/
