Sounds In The Twilight Poem by Juan Olivarez

Leather wings flapping
And the crickets chirp,
As another day slowly dies
Doves coo their squeekers to sleep.

The wind gently rustles the leaves
A dog barks somewhere on the next block
Frogs and toads tuning up
For the evening concert.

Far off thunder follows
The primary flash of lightning
Gentle rain beats a tap
On the sheds tin roof.

The wind moans gently like
A lover lost in the throes of ecstasy
And the tap tap
Turns suddenly into a drum line.

The twilight has faded
Only darkness remains.
And the twilight sounds
Are drummed out, by the rain.

5/31/14
ALTON TEXAS