a dusty blue settles over the mountains
ushering the end of a day
this is my gift to you
the color of the evening
the smell of fresh grass after rain
is more intoxicating
than the most expensive perfume
the song of the crickets
blends with the whippoorwill
in a chorus that puts Mozart to shame
i walk along
feeling the night
embracing the wind
wishing this were mine
to give to you