Gloaming is an old word that is seldom used today. I love its sound, though, and I love the time of day that is describes – after the sun has set but before the last light is gone.

Like a goose-down comforter 
the gloaming stills around me,
brushing the sky with pastel watercolors 
that slowly seep into the horizon.
The purr of chickens and
the haunting cry of the owl serenade
as silence deepens
in the gathering darkness – 
calling me to calm,
calling me to rest,
calling me to God.

Matthew 14:23 And when he had sent the multitudes away, He (Jesus) went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, He was there alone.

Psalm 55:17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.

Photo – The Gloaming, Beth Mims