Twilight; as day ebbs into night;

Where sound is more pronounced,

Inviting the listener to really hear.

Linger in the darkening day, 

Intentionally perceive each tiny, unseen movement,

Greet night’s unassuming guests, 

Half visible to our human eye, as

They wend their way ‘tween dusk and dawn.

There  is something wonderful, standing in the night garden, as the birds return to roost and the final birdsong drains away with the fading light. Bats flit over the trees, stand still long enough and they will dive and swoop over your upturned head. Tiny rustles indicate the voles are scrabbling in the leaf litter and the hedgehog rising from his leafy bed. Twilight is a special time to let the cares of the day slip away, unwind and let sleep wrap a warm mantle over you…

Thanks for stopping by whether it be morn or dusk, let nature soothe your path