Closing in on night and that time before full dark is a magical time. I remember hide and seek games during the time when it was just a little bit scary because shadows were deeper and times when I could sit on the porch, lazily listening to the grown-ups talk as we all finished our days. Some of this feeling is captured in the movie To Kill A Mockingbird, that sweet, sweet time before being called home after having such adventures with the neighbor kids after supper. So I wrote about it, but just a little poem. It hopefully will bring more specific personal memories of that time to those who read it.
Plump yellow moon on a blanket of stars
spills thin light in the chill
of the night.
With the farewell of dusk,
echoing songs murmur in the air.
The sun has sunk into the mountains,;
gold edges the rims in a final blast of brightness.
Crickets and robins chatter while
the chilly shadows
‘it is night’.