Forest Lane at Twilight

When day is over
and night has just begun
the crickets and the bullfrogs
begin their song,

It isn’t very long before
the symphony is joined
by night owls and cicadas and
the sway of grandma’s swing.

The melody of twilight
holds the hum of vagrant winds;
it is more a soothing sigh
than any whisper or demand.

No blinding rage or sorrow
rises above the evening sounds.
Perhaps it is a lullaby
to soothe the daylight’s end

or maybe it is just a hint
of  a greater heaven.

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