Golden Hush: The Heart of Afternoon

Written by [Hazrat ali]

A Poem of Quiet Light and Golden Thoughts

The sun hangs low, but not yet tired,

A golden hush the light has wired.

The world stands still in amber grace,

As shadows stretch to find their place.

Leaves shimmer like thoughts half-spoken,

Midday dreams lie wide, unbroken.

The wind forgets to move too fast,

And time itself begins to pass

In slower drips, like honeyed rain,

That coats the soul and cools the brain.

The birds no longer sing to shout—

They hum, they pause, they drift about.

Their melodies are soft and slow,

Like whispered secrets only they know.

A cup of tea, half-full, half-sipped,

Held gently where the silence dipped.

The steam curls up in lazy swirls,

Like quiet dances, gentle twirls.

This is the hour of in-between,

Not dawn, not dusk, not harsh or lean.

It holds a peace so few pursue,

A tender shade, a deeper hue.

The afternoon, in soft embrace,

Asks nothing loud, makes no loud case.

It only offers breath and space—

A moment’s sunlit, sacred grace.