Photography poetry


Mellow me
bluish sky,
branches still,
evening’s sigh,
houses’ low lights,
lawns, sidewalks,
and streets quiet.

There is no need
for noise nor stirring
as Twilight whispers,
“And to all a good night.”


6 replies on “Twilight”

When I see your name I feel the closeness of sisters. It’s so good to see you at the Pub today. Possibly could there be a gold nugget left for WordPress readers, possibly a Ptc poem, Patricia? The reading world needs you.



I love the quiet night when everything is so still that a bird’s chirp breaking the silence startles you. Hard to come by those living in town, but it does still sometimes happen.

Hello Ptc, I hope you come back to post as well as to read.

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Hi Jan

So beautifully done!! I can feel the ‘quiet in this scene and its sense of a sacred solitude. The photo is also a lovely complement to the poem. This is such a special time of day. You have captured it with lyrical magic!

thanks for this!

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