The blazing, burning, bright sun lowers on the horizon,
changing into a giant burnt orange orb,
Splashing its dimming light out into the sky, surrendering,
Painting the clouds in shades of pink and lavender.
A slow, steady darkening of the sky,
the circular sound of the cicadas’ song,
a whispering of the leaves, as a cool breeze blows
welcoming the coming of darkness