Imperceptibly losing light the night takes hold,
and quietly ushers day
into a stupor of weary waiting.
Without ado
birds flock, winging feathered way homeward
and as dusk dulls blue
a vague aquiescence creeps around end of day.        
Finding tick of clock's
easy persistence relaxes as liquid apricot
of sinking sun dives slowly into its pink duvet,
bidding a streaky  adieu.
Night will soon takes over reins, dictate terms
to deepening sub-hues,
and day-done clouds will billow softly away  
to spend dark hours
planning next morning's display.
Spiraling dream-time means an evening this fine      
should be shared.
Ceilings of night-fall remind me you went away
yet I recall sunsets when you cared.