Serenade

When dusk begins to fade and dew lights glow
bathing evening’s brow with mists of soft
and delicate touch

When flowers bend their heads, lend feathery
scent to glide the air, their white petals
illume

When sounds collapse and noises hush, a
cool tissued silk tempers warming
musk

‘Tis then fairies prance and jump from unfurled
fronds, ‘tis then birds celebrate and bring to
merriment night’s serenade