As Sun retreats
Down into the horizon,
He pulls the blanket of stars
Over the sky.
The residue of his flame is brushed onto the quickly deepening blue.
Moon begins to glide into view, and
Creatures of the night begin to stir,
Recognizing her scent.
Those who basked in Sun's light flee
to the shadows and into their dreams
To hide from her ghostly glow.
This is the special time
Of balance,
And silence,
And stillness.
This is dusk, in all its beauty.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
As Sun retreats
Down into the horizon,
He pulls the blanket of stars
Over the sky.
The residue of his flame is brushed onto the quickly deepening blue.
Moon begins to glide into view, and
Creatures of the night begin to stir,
Recognizing her scent.
Those who basked in Sun's light flee
to the shadows and into their dreams
To hide from her ghostly glow.
This is the special time
Of balance,
And silence,
And stillness.
This is dusk, in all its beauty.