Before darkness creeps into the garden,

Before the mosquitos begin to dine,

We settle into our lounge chairs,

To breathe and enjoy the time.

 

Fragrant bouquets of summer,

Mix with the nearby herbs.

Sounds of children laughing,

Playing undisturbed.

 

Leaf-filtered sunset hues,

Cloudless blue above,

Frame the guilded birds in flight,

Singing songs of love.

 

Entwining fingers, holding hands,

Love connects and courses through.

As the twilight turns into night,

The day lives past its due.