Gently, ever so gently,
The day blends into
The twilight.
The fluttering wings
Make their way back
To the niches.
The graying skies
Alive with the shrill calls,
Fall silent.
Slowly, the light fades.
The grey recedes in the
Expanding black folds.
The million rays of moon,
Dance midst the trees.
The gentle winds spread out
Like the hands of angel.
A thousand glittering beauties
Rain down.
And,
The night is born.
Ravishing and resplendent.
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This is lovely - I enjoy the million rays of the moon and the blending into twilight. My perfect last thing to read just before bed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly. I really appreciate your support to the little pieces I write. It means so much to have you reading and enjoying them.
Deletesuch beautiful words..
ReplyDeleteThank you KZ. It is so heartening to hear these words from you.
DeleteYou made the coming of the night so magical, Ruby. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Thank you Imelda. The glitters in the prompt picture gave words to the thought.
DeleteWow! this sounds so mystical! Loved your take on the pic! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Randomlymuzing. I really heart your appreciating words.
Delete.... and the night is born. Ahh yes, Wonderful picture! My favorite thing to do is to be away from the city lights and watch the twinkling lights appear one by one. Realizing our Abba Father made them all and named them all. Hugs. Connie
ReplyDeleteThank you Connie. What a great relief it is to see and cherish the little treasures of the nature.
DeleteBeautiful! I particularly liked:
ReplyDeleteA thousand glittering beauties
Rain down.
And,
The night is born.
Ravishing and resplendent.
Thank you Ermilia. Coincidentally this is my favorite part too.
DeleteA very nice bit of prosetry, Ruby. Great imagery. I like the gentleness of the flow you created in the way you set the pauses.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Anneschilde. I am glad the flow goes down well with you.
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