Whispers of Twilight

Wisps of fog sweep gentle tongues across the leas,
A quiet scene, as rosy twilight deepens,
The leaning trees soft murmurs ride the breeze,
And peepers’ echoes call as daytime sleeps.

Each petal sways, grass blades now dance more slow,
Hushed tones descend, refreshing after light,
And kneeling low, heads on folded arms — they know
The promised signs as Luna wakes her night.

Now shadows stretch, obscure the retreating beams,
And shapes emerge yet indistinct amid
The blending haze — like stars now seen in dreams,
Their gentle whispers call through vapors thick.

O whispering eve that brushes brow so tender!
Stay yet awhile ere darker hours surrender.