Heat comes, but for awhile,
the evening makes me smile;
light melts away, as shadow creep,
coolness comes, twilight seeps.
Days grow longer, spring is fading,
summer's close, I think of wading;
better yet, fully immersed, floating,
as some are fishing, others, boating.
I come back and clear my head,
mustn't jump too far ahead;
spring still has two months to go,
though it takes time, it isn't slow.
Twilight gives my heart some peace,
when the din of traffic's ceased;
when the quiet comes around,
when the soul's sweet grace is found.
I was on the porch, just reading,
books oft times are what I'm needing;
when the afternoon's receding,
when the nightly news quits bleeding.