Twilight has no 
twin sister this 
side of day
no quiet slowing 
ebb from dark 
she this night 
simply sits and 
stares west like 
she’s hearing something 
dawn is different 
in the mountains 

More like murmur
maybe even purr
sounds like coo
even that too
the affection sounds 
tiny simple mews
hushed deep sighs 
prompting your turn 
and my attention 
fingers through hair 
head to chest 
and the dreams 
that these moments 
ever do make 
in quiet sounds
and soul songs 

Wait wait a
minute hold this 
just a minute 
there there isn’t 
this nice this
us this now 
and we go
about sipping and 
dreaming and watching 
and even waiting 
listening kissing too
cups to lips
to sips to 
warm kisses that 
taste like morning 

The sun finally 
made its debut 
at last peeling 
off the scabs
of last night’s 
storms exposing day’s
newly healed wound 
of dewy zinnias 
and moistened hydrangeas 

It’s this pace
if pace this 
strolling even is
never to go 
ever to mind 
just a drip
drip drip down 
one way back
another stopping and 
stooping to see
a glimpse of 
some glimmering glint 
of sea glass 
and then I
go continuing on 
with no further 
care than cottonwood 
and cottontail parachutes