Streetlights begin to glow,
And the day goes home for supper.
Cicadas call to the setting sun,
While moonbeams dance in the lazy shadows.
Nocturnal songs on distant winds,
Evening repose.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Streetlights begin to glow,
And the day goes home for supper.
Cicadas call to the setting sun,
While moonbeams dance in the lazy shadows.
Nocturnal songs on distant winds,
Evening repose.
Love the pleasant images. Well done on the pacing, too. Since this was your first Marathon, I hope you are convinced of making it an annual event.