Gather

In the twilight's hush, I hear the patter

Of whispered tales the winds unfurl,

As evening wraps the world in pearl.

The trees, they sway in quiet communion,

Their leaves a dance, a whispered reunion.

Birds return to nests, their songs now still,

Stars emerge, like diamonds strewn,

In the velvet cloak of night's soft tune.

And in this gathering of dusk's embrace,

I find a solace, a sacred space.

For here, amidst the fading light,

I gather thoughts, both dark and bright.

In the quiet of this sacred hour,

I find the strength to face, the power.