Into Twilight
Ghost cicada perches, wrapped in the whelm of morning wind
her glass wings dabbed with black
at each panel’s edge
Gray wolf, red wolf rub sinuously against
each other, curling flank-into-flank,
curving cusp-into-cusp
Owl settles on branch, spotted & striped & splintered,
feathers curling like wood—door & plank
& trunk warming in afternoon sun
Rufous hummingbird flashes like a miniature sun,
sharp beams slicing thick blue overhead
& dipping between oaks
Cross fox slinks through a honeysuckle morning
rushes headfirst into a wet afternoon
slides into twilight, star-coated
12 thoughts on "Into Twilight"
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Love the sounds and imagery- hard to pick a favorite, but maybe “honeysuckle morning.”
Thank you, Nancy!
Such vivid images of a twilight moment! Loved it!
Thank you!
What a wonderful poem! sounds images!
Thank you!
so much empathy and observation in the details
Thanks!
Such lush imagery, and beautiful sounds. Loved the sound of “wrapped in the whelm of morning wind.”
Thank you, Karen!
Great tactile writing this month. “Rufous hummingbird flashes like a miniature sun,” wow!
Thanks so much, Shaun! I’ve enjoyed your poetry this month.