When summer is high

And the afternoon heat lingers into the evening

I sit, quiet and still,

Listening to the sounds of transition.

As the sun sinks behind the shadowy edge of the earth

The birds continue their song

And the crickets begin to hum

As the light fades, creating an in-between space

When it is no longer day, and it isn’t yet night.

It doesn’t take long

Until the birds are asleep, and the frogs emerge

And the lights in the garden spring to life

Signifying the fading away and the return

The end and the beginning

All bound together in a moment

Of perfect harmony.

As I sit and listen, wonderfully still,

Hushed by the hush,

I can almost envision how everything is possible

And I am awed by the power of the fleeting moment,

Cradled by the magic of the twilight.