Awaiting

Twillight calls softly

Yellow pales, corroding to orange

Breezes summon a chill

The day spills toward night

Thoughts length and change

Clouds scurry after the setting Sun

Fleeting emotions know how they feel

Hope drifts by like a web

Clinging briefly as it moves on

The mood lightens like crepuscular rays

Breaking past clouds running skyward

Thoughts become ambiguous

Nature’s reset button in action

If the mind will just let it work.