TWILIGHT

This light pushes through clouded glass,
a fading of visions.  The sun has passed fiery red,
birds settle for the night, only the owl
begins his evensong.  The leaves still on the trees

have lost their color and begin to stir.
The children called from their play
pedal bicycles home. The table set for the evening meal
and the dog fed.  Now is the time
of the clock's unwinding.  The son tells the father
of the weekend scout jamboree.

The daughter shares the sleep-over invitation.
The mother asks about homework and the father
lets the weight of the day slip
from his shoulders, considers how bright
these stars will shine.


   The Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Michelle Barnes today on her blog Today's Little Ditty.  She also has a fun poetry challenge going for this month suggested by Nikki Grimes.  Thanks for hosting us, Michelle.