Twilight falls like rich honey.
Flowing, softly enveloping the land
Shadows receed and darkess softens
Edges merge and melt
As the world becomes a softer place.
Lights wink on along the lane
Children trudge up the endless hill
Tired from swimming and running
Endless hours of summer freedom
On sun soaked sand and warm rock.
Noise carries on night air.
The busy song of nesting birds
And buzzing insects on hedge row
Add to the sympony of summer evening sound
Sings us home to dream of tomorrow
Dave Kavanagh June 2015