Quiet

on the waning edge of day sunset rolls white clouds to pink and amber strands sifting back and forth like a quilt's overlay of color a sprawling vista unstoppable the quiet glide between hope and trepidation bended sky to quell settling light in gold, pink clouds quill thin, like tangled trails of choice these warm stretches of glow drifting into scattershot lives sunset whittled back as night cuts the canvas remaking itself ethereal into the the soft weave of another darkness strapped to another day Poem composed April 1st/2023