The Gloaming

In the moments of the gloaming,
Light slithers upon shards of broken glass
Dances on warm waters
And calls to darkness in tones of relief.
In the dying moments
Light leaves hues meant only for this time
Beiges and taupes
Ochres and filligrees
In fading warmth
cicadas drone and dragonflies dart
the dance before slumber.
Dulcet tones of crickets and bullfrogs.
Hares and squirrels forage for the day's
last nibbles.
A gentle breeze washes over
emerald lawns punctuated by dandelions
and bracken fern
Chickadees and wrens warble lilting
etudes to the impending night.
The gloaming is time for restful remembrance
and soothing nostalgia.