As the sun begins to wheel away, The evening hush unfurls;
Leaves weave through goldened air, Glimmers of life mingle as they fall, There hangs a soft autumn twilight air, Whispers become the soil while dusk unfolds— An ending that is, at once, new; and $n Kind the quiet; slight and elusive strength.
Nature lines her changing ways, laced yet softer, how— Beneath it blend the sounds of the earth, Like a memory slipping from its form; Underneath a silence that grows shyly, whispers as it turns— A dimming fabric of the evening glow,
To lead our thoughts to darkness softly.

• “Twilight’s Embrace”

• Laura Riding