A poem
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
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 