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.
The Quick and the Dead 