Listening To The Evening


Listening to the evening
Recount its day to me.
Calling to the nightjars
And the crickets under the stairs.

The trees feel free to whisper,
The fireflies to court and dance.
While clouds lay down their airbrush,
And turn their thoughts to dawn.

Stars begin to chatter
With the crescent in the moon,
As a scarlet ribbon,
On the rim of the world
Slides on to another town's eyes.

Listening to the evening
On a sultry summer night,
Is dancing with a lover
With a spark deep in her eyes.
A musky, silken brush of a kiss
From another day gone by.