What is gloaming? It is the time of the day immediately following sunset. I live very close to a wildlife reserve. At this time of year, there is a fly over of many types of migratory birds. They find refuge and a place to rest in this area. The evening twilight (gloaming) is the best part of the day at the reserve, and one of my favorite times to visit. I often find myself with camera in hand to enjoy the whole of what it has to offer.
As many of you know, this is poetry month. I enjoy poetry for its simplicity of wording and phrase. There is such beauty in that just as there is at the reserve. To honor the reserve, poetry month and to the many remarkable poets I have read and continue to read, I would like to share my humble attempt at poetry.
The light of the day is deeming.
All begins to quiet.
The glow of the sun softens,
Casting a pale over the land.
A sense of peace descends.
Life settles into a soft hum.
Insects buzz and collect the last of the day.
In the distance, an owl hoots softly.
All prepare for the gloaming,
Readying for the peace of twilight.
Day ends and the earth is cloaked in darkness.
Slumber begins as all prepare for a new day.
What is your favorite time of day? Do you enjoy dabbling in poetry? I would love to hear your thoughts.
Life’s journey continues…