Become

The fading light brings the promise of day's end
 Night will descend and wrap us tight in the unknown
A time between has come, the last song of birds
The time of cooling down, darkening one side 
Light the other is an opposite shore the clear blue
Fades away as does sound, trout jump to feed
A slight breeze wraps lightly a blending of what
Has been and what will become til the next time