The Amber Light of Dusk



oh the amber light of dusk
is filled with the scent of musk
as i walk through the trees
i look up and think of thee


i picture your face,
you who created the human race
as the amber light of dusk,fills up my entire space
i think of your halo and i think of your grace


in the amber light of dusk, maybe im thinking way too much
but its so quiet and still,wow i just felt your touch
it was warm and glowing on my skin so fair
i know a touch from the one above is oh so very rare.


as i trod on to my abode
i think of you and your road
of all the healing and all the good you've done
i think of this until the morning sun.


until my day is done
and you are the only one




the shortening days of september
in this ninth month of the year
oh i fear i fear
that the temperature will never cool down
i say this with a frown


its been so hot out here in the west
110 degrees at its best
so many days of the hot sun
we still try to have some fun
as the shortening days of september begin to be done


as october rolls in, i pray the weather changes
so i can go up north to see the moutain ranges
as the shortening days of september come to a close
remember folks to stop and smell that red red rose

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)

Shortening Days of September

The Amber Light of Dusk, the Shortening Days of September,
Give me pause to reflect and days of old remember.


A certain melancholy sets in this time of year.
It is a combination of the past, present and future I fear.


Sometimes the thoughts of Winter send a chill up my spine,
And it causes me to look back and give in with attitude supine.


The days grow shorter and the light fades quick into darkness and gloom.
Only thoughts of Summer's long days can lift my spirits as I think of Crepe Myrtle blooms.


Another Spring may come following the Winter's cold and snow.
I am counting on it, and I hope it will be so.


Perhaps an Autumn Fest will give me a little cheer.
I will make a point to find one to visit to make a smile upon my face appear.


Colorful leaves, smoke filled Autumn days lie ahead.
A beautiful time of year when all is done and said.









The Amber Light of Dusk, the Shortening Days of September

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

Shimmering sunset amber and purple hues,
Dawn to dusk lights shrinking to a few,
If it were not so, it could almost be spring,
Crepe myrtles profuse lilt colors that sing.


Breezes carry gossip of impending fall,
Northern reds and yellow we call, to
Come on down, paint tired green leaves, that
Long to be admired a bit before freeze.


‘Til then we’ll savor short days of September,
Cooling eves time to barbecue ‘ere we slumber,
Heat drops slowly before landing at noon,
Tiny portents that fall may be soon.










September's Amber Light of Dusk

By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)

The flower beds are all cleaned out and i've harvested the seed
I'll have plenty to go into the ground next Spring, for sure all I need
Another few weeks and the porch flowers will be finished
As the amber light of dusk comes early, and September is diminished


The porch swing pads are put away, cool evenings keep me in
That's always a sign that Autumn and Winter is about to begin
I take a walk around the grounds in the dusky golden amber
While storm clouds gather in the west, as September skies they slander


Beyond the beauty of evening's glow, the shortening of September
Brings closer the cold, sadness of discontent as winters we remember
Not looking forward to these storms and snows that cover up the earth
But afterwards we have the time each year that we can watch re-birth


The amber golden lights of dusk in the shortening of September
Gives way to thoughts of warm, comforting nights in front of a fire's embers
While the north wind blows and the fire glows, we think how lucky we are
That we can remember September's amber dusks, and look forward to many more.










Amber Light of Dusk

By Mercedes (Mercedes1947@gmail.com)

Amber autumn afternoon
Adagio to reckless June
Gradually fall snips away
The green the grass the summer hay
Surrender to her tenderly
Her twilight days
Her dwindling light
Wrap yourself in a Harvest Moon
And dream inside her warm cocoon
Embrace these dazzling autumn days,
For too soon...winter.