At dusk

I look out the window

over the cement and find

the dogwood trees

in full bloom, the pink shaded

against the blue

and purple hues

of the sky.

I see the oaks

and pines

whispering and

gossiping together.

The wind

rocks them, and all of

the trees

bow in turn.

As the twilight fades

a squirrel

waves his tail

in a salute

to the wind

and is gone.

I turn away.

The night

overcomes the

pale sunset.

A full moon

smiles out at me.