Rhythm of Nightfall by Richard Dinges Jr.

At day’s end, shadows
draw pond water
into sky’s dark, meld
field stubble’s slow
dissolve into grove’s
trunks. I can only
imagine star’s sparkle
in my eyes that cannot
see beyond this blur
into night, so quiet
I hear my breath,
a whisper little removed
from breeze rustle
in dry leaves and waves’
pulse at my feet
to the rhythm
of my heart.