4.3.12 (twilight)

in the
darkening hour
of twilight
when the
wind
calms to a
breeze,
and the
incessant songs
of the birds
turn to the
lonesome cries
of those
left behind;
in this hour,
do i feel
most at home.
there is a
solemnity
that resonates
through the
darkness:
it is the
gathering
of
lonely souls.