The sun, the true eternal rover,
Concedes when daytime is finally over.
But for a moment, it wishes to play,
As the light gradually fades away.
Shadows stretch across the land,
Day and night dance hand in hand.
For a moment, an amicable truce,
But night will soon tighten the noose.
Slowly nature’s song must change,
As those on guard now rearrange.
Roosts and burrows must be found,
Nocturnal dwellers are now abound.
Unique and brief is twilight’s splendour,
Tonight the mood is soft and tender.
Dusk can be a compassionate soul,
Darkness and light as one are whole.
Copyright 2014 Chaz E. Arnold
The Paignton Poet