Just at dusk
a light breeze
cools this August day
Just at dusk
a cardinal swoops down
for one last seed before bed
Just at dusk
the screaming buzz of the cicada
reaches crescendo
Just at dusk
the silhouettes of bats
flutter against the fading sky
Just at dusk
I sit on the porch
and ponder my Life
Just at dusk
(cardinal photo by Betty McCreary)
Natural Musings 
Lovely, Betty. Thank you ☺️
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Glad you liked it! I can imagine a similar scene of you at dusk in your backyard.
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Love your just at dusk repetitions!
And that cardinal portrait is amazing. What might HE be pondering? He appears focused on posing, putting his best colors forward. Wow.
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Thank you Jazz! The photo was taken years ago in South Texas (note the thorns on the branches) and not in my backyard…but it looked like it could be at dusk.
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That was beautiful. All the analogies to our own personal dusk – fading skies, one last seed, even (especially nowadays) screaming, and pondering. And yes, that cardinal shot is gorgeous.
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Thanks Trish! Yes, I meant for the personal dusk to be a metaphor for those like me who are in their later years…however, I am amazed that I also had the last seed and the fading skies as metaphors! Love that you saw them as such and now I do too!
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It’s the little things, especially in nature these days, which keep us keeping on with living the best lives we can manage. Mornings are my special times and now I will try sitting on my porch of evenings…just at dusk. I enjoyed this prose Betty, thank you!
~joan
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Thank you Joan! I actually sat a bit on the porch this morning as the clouds kept the air cooler a bit longer.
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I love this Betty – can relate “Just at dusk”.
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Hello Betty.
Lovely and beautiful. Not only these two but enjoyable. Thank you.
Have a good day!
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Thank you so much for your kind words!
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