I love that last moment of twilight
When the sun has set
And the sky changes from
An aquamarine
To a dark baby blue
When the clouds go from
A dusty pink
To a light lavender.

That is when the world glows
When the trees stand as silent sentinels
Harboring the watchful eyes of the owls
The large eyes solemnly blinking
Keeping watch over the darkening woods
As the lights in the distant houses blink on
Just before night fall.

That is the time I love.