A poem

Photo by Thái An on Unsplash

The gloam falls fast now, fall being the season
sunset shorter, and darkness descends
I will see the full moon later
suspended over the water

The dark like a cloak slowly wraps tighter
morning and evening, daylight shorter
more precious, sunshine gladdening
moon has been waxing, lighting the night

Gloam is peace after fiery colors of dropping sun
quenching my mind from concerns

preparing to relax, to sleep
full moon, catch my dreams, be my guard

Published in Write Under The Moon