Twilight Poem by Rhonda Baker

As this year reaches its twilight
With shorter days and lingering nights
Shades of amber fall from the trees
Night is filled with the sound of rustling leaves
Frost shimmers the ground in dawn’s early light
Colors seem lush, rich and bright
I feel somber as each day ends
As always in autumn my heart tends
So I have to stop…. Take a deep breath and turn my face toward the sun
And celebrate this day, as if it were the last one
10/7/10