The pallid and powdery touch

of Moonlight

carresses the cornfields.

A lone Barn Owl

takes up his nightly fence post position

intermittently hooting a declaration

of his spectralesque presence.

Finished with working late among the flowers

a Bee negotiates its well known way home

around the many unseen corners in the air

and the twilight is at one

with the bountiful grace of tranquility.