That quiet hour
When all colors and detail
Melt into blurred shadowy forms
And the dying light
Takes on an amber glow
It is then that the first star peeks through a fading sky
Signaling the oncoming night
With its twinkling echo of crickets
And gentle, warm, summer breezes
Wafting the perfume of night jasmine, magnolia, and orange blossoms
Under the bluish light of a reflected silver sun
Nature so wonderfully spelt through words of beauty and grace. Thankyou Soren.....10
And gentle, warm, summer breezes Wafting the perfume of night jasmine, magnolia, and orange blossoms.
The wonders and beauty of twilight are painted wonderfully on the canvas of this lovely poem. Great imagery.
A gloomy night is a reflection of a gloomy life. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfectly described the rise of the first evening star......5*****