Evening Chill Poem by Rue Palmer

In twilight's hush, the porch is still, A sanctuary on a hill, Where evening whispers gently fill The heart with peace and quiet thrill.The rocking stool begins to creak, A symphony that's soft and sleek, As shadows play their hide-and-seek, And night prepares to softly speak.The stars emerge in velvet skies, With twinkling lights and fireflies, A dance of dreams before the eyes, A cosmic tale in silent guise.The scent of jasmine in the air, A fragrant breath, beyond compare, The night's cool breeze, a tender care, As moonbeams weave through silver hair.The world is far, yet close in thought, With memories and dreams in wrought, A moment where all time is caught, On back porch where sweet peace is sought.
In twilight's hush, the veranda is still,
A sanctuary on a hill,
Where evening whispers gently fill
The heart with peace and quiet thrill.
The rocking stool begins to creak,
A symphony that's soft and sleek,
As shadows play their hide-and-seek,
And night prepares to softly speak.
The stars emerge in velvet skies,
With twinkling lights and fireflies,
A dance of dreams before the eyes,
A cosmic tale in silent guise.
The scent of jasmine in the air,
A fragrant breath, beyond compare,
The night's cool breeze, a tender care,
As moonbeams weave through silver hair.
The world is far, yet close in thought,
With memories and dreams in wrought,
A moment where all time is caught,
On back porch where sweet peace is sought.