Dusk

Poets and storyteller United invite us to write about the time of day you like best, and why

Dusk 

I like to visit dusk
when the day folds inward,
when twilight drapes a thin veil
over the land.

I step into a listening light
that, like liquid silk,
rests on red roses,
remembering their names.

The sky whispers its old instruction:
let the day loosen its grip,
let your thoughts thin
and wander among the stars.

From the black mantle of night,
let unseen hands
practice their quiet healing.

And when dawn
touches the window lightly,
open the door,
so the universe may pass
through you.