Fading Twilight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching twilight fade into the sunset, bringing with
it rays of the moon.
All of it hiding beneath a blanket of cumulus clouds,
waiting to storm upon earth as soon as the wind begins
gusting, blowing them over the lands that need to be
watered from heaven's fountains.
Carefully joining the effortless positions of an early
promise of affability.
A sense of belonging falling at my feet and energizing
all faculties without undue stress.
Believing in the advent of tomorrow's morning.