Something about Twilight
Something about walking in twilight
Lends itself to quiet contemplation of the night
In the cold, a begging for silent warmth
Hands tucked into sleeves, making a
desperate mantra in hope for shelter
from wind chill.
Something about wind chill
Lends itself to a wandering will,
distractions of the mind across roads
through leafless trees to coasts
where contented waves once crashed at bare feet.
Something about bare feet
Lends itself to freedom from omnipresent heat
humidity and a weary mind
that remembers to remember the
grace of sunlight on a tanned face -
Something worth reflecting on for warmth
when walking in late fall at twilight.