Sometimes I like to sit and brood,
Unnamed anxieties shaping my mood
The silver light of dusk invades
Quiet thoughts as daylight fades.
Indigo hues seamlessly change into
Hammered gold of infinite range.
The master alchemist casts His spell
In a sky-sized abalone shell.
Though the sun fulfills its life-giving role,
The colors of sunset feed my soul.
 

                                   Kenneth Hoffman