The Gloaming Hour

Like a secret
that desperately wants to be kept,
darkness gently unfolds …
unhurried but measured.

The gloaming hour descends
blurring the edge of day.
An in between time,
harboring light while coaxing the darkness

Long blue shadows,
stretched by dying light,
drape the fields like a mourning mantle,
connecting this night to it’s beautiful day…

Willful to keep her memory alive.

Lillie Morris