Photo credit Tommy Stone

as though to show
a small regret
the east reflects the rosy set
of western rays that slip
horizon deep
a gentle sleep
a blush of night
as indigo begins to go
around the pond a fond
farewell to light for just a little while
where water meets the sky
and shyly hides beyond
the silken clouds
a parting gift, a shift
from brighter busy times
now slower rhymes
invite the ears and eyes
surprised by glory
not a shout
but whisper