Night Song

In the sky
Magenta curtains
Fold over the 
Remains of twilight.

In the shadows
Bats wings circle 
Almost a silouette 
In the last of evening.

The trees outlines
Become bolder
Even they still
Their whispering
Leaves in homage.

Nightingales
Compose a nocturne
Of sweetness 
Ready to lilt 
In the cool night air.

Crickets
Permeate the night
with their ceaseless
Chirping.
Filling the
Late summer night
With comforting song.

The moon
Now in full glow
Spills silvered light.
Silvered birds
In silvered leaves
Nest quietly.