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Twilight Hours
(25th March 1943 / )

Twilight Hours

Poem By Ernestine Northover

Shadows creep stealthily across the lawn,
Whilst night, unruffled, defies the dawn,
And the moon released from day's embrace,
Smiling, wakes up and shows his face
To this mystic world of the twilight hours,
When all our inherent courage cowers,
And the ghostly darkness closes in,
With haunting sounds of unknown origin,
As each creature ventures out, scurrying,
And time ticks along, but never hurrying,
It's then, when all strange murmurings fade away,
That the moon, returns to the embrace of the hours of day.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (4)

A mysterious embrace of nature calmed so beautifully by the moons guiding light, Love Duncan
Ernestine, This is a lovely poem about something I love, a time when just for a magical moment things seem to stand still, and quiet, letting you savour the essence of life. Thankyou Egal..
beautiful..takes me back to my youth
A beautiful description. It reminds me of evening on the Serengeti.