Summer Dusk Serenade Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

As the sun slips away, a veil descends -
Gossamer curtain, night's gentle amends.
And riding this current, a serenade takes flight,
Dusk's symphony, summer's lullaby of light.

This zephyr, this minstrel, a troubadour's tune,
Lilting and dancing 'neath Luna's soft croon.
Each rustling leaf, a plucked string's refrain,
Allegorical notes in nature's sweet strain.

The fragrance of blossoms, a synecdoche sweet,
Heralding summer's last ardent heartbeat.
This wind-carried chorus, this lullaby's grace -
A twilight allegory, summer's fleeting embrace.

As darkness enfolds us, the minstrel departs,
But its memory lingers, deep in our hearts.
For in dusk's cool caress, its ephemeral sway,
We glimpse summer's soul at the closing of day.