that incoming cloak of night,
as orange and gold rays fan out,
infusing the darkening sky,
and cutting through scattered cloud
as edges glisten with the light
of silver linings.
The land falls silent,
as if to honor the gloaming change,
and hues by moments rearrange
as a glittering studded sky
rolls over day’s end,
and peace fits tranquility s womb,
wordless forays of thoughts assumed.
How trite my observations,
as inadequate they may be,
when magic lights a fluid sky,
and my affirmations simply compare
my humble mind to nature’s perfect muse,
none of which is lost on me,
as I breathe sunset’s sigh.
And night grips my bones,
a chill so sudden to mark the fallen day,
and stars begin to vacillate
like fireflies over a pond,
transformed from the light to dark cloaked stage,
they hover in eternity,
blinking eyes so far away.
And darkness encloses my world,
suddenly so very small,
ceilings of infinity, and moon so very tall,
all as if I could touch it,
my mind lost within my awe,
when crickets sounds to break the ice,
to bring me back to ground.
Tony DeLorger © 2017