Nights meant to hold promise,

stillness in the air,

feeling we are in autumn’s grasp.

Crickets begin their serenade,

a steady trill outside windows.

A cool breeze at midnight,

chilly arms reach for shelter.

Sweatshirts and bonfires,

the ash spreading around us.

We can all appreciate knowing

how to turn a fire into memory,

sweet embers glowing visual

reminders of our own truths.

We can let our dreams reveal

themselves, these romantic

nights when a chill turns

comforting as seasons change.

Whispering a silent melody

is our ode to twilight evenings.