These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sunset Comes

The sunset comes as ‘round we go.
This day is over soon.
As fading light can not much show,
the dark brings change of tune.

This world of green will dark sticks be
as sky once blue, now black
has just now moon and stars to see
with hope in greater lack.

Begonias red, lantana warm,
and hostas verdant soft
were gifts of joy to my own marm
to keep her heart aloft.

Bright orb of day, ‘til Son doth come
to give thee rest for aye,
thy service good, the part, the sum,
is honored, come what may.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 10th, 2023