Come the Shadows

Come sweet shadows on the run block the rays of twilight sun; let evening begin its soft cascade where blue skies slide to paler shades of light undone. A mix of yellowed greens stretching high youthful and tall into a night sky's horizon as it falls. Come away a moment and listen breathe in the day as the last light glistens. Sing small mourning dove coo and cry the dusky glove as all spring creatures sleep. Come sweet shadows, whisper and pray mask the glimmer of the newly ending day.