A number of years ago I was in Holland for a conference. It was there I experienced twilight and the soft fading from sunlight to darkness that takes hours to complete.
I wrote this as I consider how to face realities of how life has its cycles, ups and downs and sometimes fading and waiting.
It seems to happen too often, too regularly.
The sun runs away
Fading to moonlight’s softer
Till eyes adjust to paler light,
I run too,
Running every day
Pretending darkness isn’t coming,
From the certain arrival,
Looking for light,
After the sun,
Even when it runs away.