Dusk
When I wander
through the fog
in the evening
after a stormy day
and lightning bugs
rise from the creek
banks around me
filling the sweet air
with flickers of light
and birds still sing
at the cusp of dark,
the time between
day and night
feels so tender.
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I have enjoyed your poetry this June. Thank you for your ever fresh look on the world around us.