Dusk Falling

Dimming light from the sun,
almost touching the horizon.
Dusk settles over the earth -
the most magical of moments!
To witness the garden -
when all appears to glow
with an inner light.

This is the time of day,
colors take on a new intensity.
Whites fairly illuminate -
reds seem to dance with more glee,
blues command great strength.
All together within this short time,
their beauty is beyond imagination.

But one must hurry to see it all...
to catch each corner and path,
before the sun dips past the brink.
For the span of moments is short.
Visible only to the naked eye.
A camera cannot find the lighting,
to show this magic moment in Eden.

The view cannot be shared with others -
unless they are present in that space.
No photograph can ever display it.
The camera is blind to such intensity!
Instead, it must be etched in memory.
A marvel tucked away in the mind...
to be remembered when gray skies hang low.

The hosta and iris glow from within.
The beebalm sways loud red with the breeze,
and hummingbirds drink deep of delphinium.
White alyssum scent erupts along the path -
after baking all day in the sun light.
I am delighted at this rich reward...
be it ever so fleeting, this magic is strong.

Mother Earth silently waves her wand -
over each and every dweller of the soil.
She bids them share - give back the rays...
soaked up through the hot sultry day!
They gladly obey with such gleeful abandon.
A gift of unequaled splendor and grace.
Miracle to those keepers of gardens.

Dirty knees, broken nails - now forgotten.
Sweating toil in the heat matter no more.
Days of snipping and clipping and weeding.
The watering and feeding and scratching...
repeated endlessly through the season.
All is forgotten now, in this instant.
Glorious beauty shows at day