Light from this day
Recedes
Into approaching dusk
I watch it clinging
Still
To green leaves of the
Crepe Myrtle
To scarlet blossoms
On the hibiscus
The far off hills
And as it darkens
Out my window
Inside my room
The bedside lamp is
Lit
Creating a different
Light
Mellow warmth
Caresses the walls
And a feeling of being
Cocooned shielded
From political storms
Settles in me
As I greet the coming
Night
In grateful Peace