Twilight Poem by Lemon Tea

The sum of day dissolves in misty hue,
Soft shadows drift along the homeward way;
The roosting birds give voice to evening's cue,
And rustling leaves close gently on the day.
A fleeting pocket in the bustling stream,
Where weary hearts find comfort in the glow;
Twilight—a seam where dawn and dusk both dream,
A tender hush that bids the clamor slow.
A gossamer mist hovers, warm and fair,
The harvest fields in quiet gold retire;
Their final dance fades through the golden air,
A soft-lit flame that memory will inspire.
So twilight lingers, brief yet softly pressed,
A passing balm the weary world calls rest.