When Dusk Dawns And Birds Sing Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I like the way the air rests while the sun is set just out of sight;
dense, and sleeping still, it brings about dew of spring laid in the night;
it walks in first light of the sun.
Pollen and dust dance sublime amidst sounds of chimes ambling so gay.
Ruffling the jocund heath, a breeze so light thieves in gentle sway
the fragrance twisting sweet and young.

I can't but fawn when dusk dawns in morning's soft song of bird's delight;
sharp, and immensely joyful, crickets chirp from knolls now cast alight;
so the air now risen can run.
In ecstasy I arise swaddled in bird's cries and the sun's rays,
to an epiphany, so blissful I must go for hopes it stays
in me swirling about for fun.