Dusk Together
by Marguerite Alvis Venable
The night folds softly inward like a flower,
Bringing us close to grayness growing dense
But misty-soft, and to the wet, earth-smells
That go with June - the mosses by the fence,
Drenched with the dew already, and the grass,
New-cut, and ripe, and smelling of the sun
So lately gone. Now through the dusk we hear
The tireless cricket chorus, just begun -
A minor symphony that grows and grows
As countless small ones join from hedge and vine,
Raising their sturdy fiddles in a pulse
To comfort and to soothe this heart of mine.
The night is all one harmony of sense,
And I am glad that you and I are here:
Sharing the falling softness thus will make
All other nights for both now doubly dear.