Evening: An Evening Reflection

Whispers of leaves

Rustling in the soft breeze,

Just sufficient to tease;

Enticing dark shadows

Interspersed among the trees,

Inviting their candid exploration.

A sweltering, hot and hazy day

Finalizing its reality,

Seemingly aware of its own self torment.

The sound of frogs singing,

Sweetly serenading one another,

Suggests all is as it should be.

A playful, gray moth,

Flitting back and forth in the fading light,

Soon realizes the folly of its flight.

The early evening

Forced into the solitude of night,

Stubbornly defends its right to be.

An evening reflection must give way to night.