Meanderings

The dusk breaths deep the last fade of light
Drawing forth long shadows  
To cool the fevered brow of a long August day  
And revive with the scent of honeysuckle  
In the stirring of the breeze  
The magic mingling  
Of moonlight  and starlight  
With sunlight's fade in the gloaming    
   
There are no streetlights here  
Just porch lights  
And windows' warm glow from within  
And yet this passes
As a moment in its fleeting  
But lives are made of moments  
Realizations and recollections  
As I sit in growing stillness  
Pondering until the night takes hold  
Have I said I love you    
If so  
Not often enough  
Or last told you you're beautiful  
And that at times I still stare  
   
In the stillness distant birds take wing  
A flock of shadows across the sky  
And at times    
A sound will echo between the hills  
As if the earth too reminisces    
There are connections  
Levels and layers  
And sometimes just a feeling of peace  
Without care  
Watching squirrels run the yard  
Where sometimes fireflies dance  
As night draws down  
Velveteen  
To the smell of pine and fresh mown grass  
And the creaking of the porch swing  
Til you call me in