The Twilight Spell Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

As the Moon with the first slim smile
And myriad stars appear in the sky grand
Ready to watch the earthly show a while,
The awaiting crickets and frogs in the band
Begin their choral orchestra which booms high
From among the wild reeds and weeds and the lot,
Along the swamp bordering the large lake;
Despite the fond fish dancing deep down the spot
The water is still and graceful to reflect, and eke
The images of glow-worms glimmering: a fairy land;
Creatures performing for the complete, perfect bliss
Of the beholder - far or near, romantic or bland;
The vision eye of art would never afford to miss
Such free glory and glamour of a closing day,
Never cloy, but ecstatic a domain of the fay.