When comes the blue light hour,
and the lightning bugs take flight,
the air radiates an enchanted power,
holding promise for the night.
The bats begin to stretch their wings,
in the distance, the nightingale sings,
Owls ask "who?" of all the wondrous things
a silvery, moonlight-drenched night brings.
Hummingbirds and bees buzz off to bed,
as a breeze dances with the moonflower,
they know stars will soon sparkle overhead,
When comes the blue light hour.
Originally posted at Writing.com
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Good evening, dear Reader! I hope this poem finds you well. Just a few lines about one of my favorite times of day. I wrote this one last year, and I thought I shared it here.... Well, it's here now.
Though you wouldn't know it, due to lack of updates here, I've been at work writing those pesky chapters I keep putting off on Quest. I'm almost ready to start posting chapters here again - hopefully to resume on Fridays in March. I'm also working on something, which I hope to have finished in the next two weeks - but I'm saving the details for when it's ready 😉
Until then, wishing you a beautiful night, day, or some time in the between....
∞Roari
