The park pond at twilight

At Twilight the solar lamps 
Turn on in the park -
Happy to take on the night shift.
The buttercups and daisies

Are bright yet

Around the water,

The atmosphere floating down,

Darker.

The Moorhen chicks meep,

Scooting into the reeds to retreat

As rain starts to drip on the pond.

I sit in this liminal time

On a bench

While calm hovers

But some power wakes.

My thoughts are like the insects

I can see clearly on the 

Paths with no people - 

Free to crawl out

Searching for something 

Trying to describe

Why they like this time 

So much. 

LJ Ireton