Writing sweet release

Darkness creeps across the warm ground bringing with it the cool air of the night As the daylight fades from the sky and the first stars peep over the horizon the birds chirping begin to diminish in a soft crescendo and the night noises begin to take over. Sitting alone in my chair I inhale the night breeze, enjoying the scent of the chimney smoke just starting to waft on the shafts of air drifting by. Spring yet not quite spring, the days have warmed the nights are still caught in a limbo of winter coldness. I await the joy that end of day brings, I long for the warmth found in the arms that hold me, I yearn for the touch that always makes me feel alive and secure.