Dusk, My Love
There is noth
ing quite as ro
mantic as the warm bo
dy of a mead
ow and her twi
light smile is an invi
tation to the jazz
athon of crick
ets an
nounced by giddy katy
dids be
fore the si
lent fire
works of fire
flies spar
ks up from
her sk
in through the love
ly tres
ses of
wild
flowers
© 1999 J. Kevin Wolfe, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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