I let the evening absorb
into my skin
as the light fades
I let it soak into me
sunset streaks and little
pinches of early stars
punctuate the gloom,
become ornaments for
the magical blanket
of twilight that
I’m gathering about me
smoke from the grill
rises through the trees
like an Appalachia
mountain exhaling
ghostly gossamer rays into
the encroaching night
the lamps click on with a
soft invitation
but they are still a
poor imitation
of the sparkle my body
has taken in
Thank you, readers, for your time!
The Poetry Patio 