The Magic of Dusk

The American robin is the town crier. He announces the descending of the night.

He sings incessantly, sincerely, melodiously. He sings from the bottom of his heart.

All of a sudden, the meandering grey clouds slowly reveal the bright fingernail of a moon suspended over the darkened treetops.

Published by adelenagy

Nature lover; music lover; Baha'i; married to a wonderful man from Iran; currently looking after my 90-year-old mother. View all posts by adelenagy

2 Comments

Mark S says:

The Robins are singing right now outside my window. Perfect timing.

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