Evenings this time of year,
Blowing their cool breaths,
Infusing the mind with hope and joy,
Providing comfort and rest at the conclusion of day.
The sky, blushing with pride at producing such magnificence,
Inspiring birds to warble their last before nightfall,
The moon, the planets, and the stars,
Popping out in the twilight and from behind dissipating clouds,
Making me wish every night a repeat performance.
The cool of the evening.
Perhaps like in the Garden?
Perhaps like heaven will be.