clouds sail across the sky
at first white, then softly grey,
as evening weaves her first tendrils.
the here and there of the day
slowly slip away,
with a knowing ache,
in the prelude to dreams.
the sun fulfills its promise
with a hushed surprise,
opening night’s portals,
spilling the luminous hues of fantasy,
Eugi’s Causerie does it again with another delightful image and prompt, “twilight.” Many thanks, Eugenia!