THE GLOAMING
When I was quite small and first found this word
I thought it one of the prettiest I had ever heard,
But what is was I did not know, no idea at all
So upon my wise old gran one day I did call.
‘What’s gloaming gran’ ? My eyes bright as could be
She smiled, ‘come talk with me and soon you will see,
We talked and I was impatient wanting to really know
What it was, and how this thing could my gran show.
You have to wait until the day is almost over and done,
Just before the dark night with her veil softly does come,
See the sun is going fast behind those tall polar trees
And here come gloaming on that warm summer breeze.
We went into the garden and stood and felt the cool air
There was a calm colourful haze around us everywhere,
Lets go roaming in the gloaming until night takes it away,
Then look for it tomorrow at about the same time of day.
Then there was another change all around for us to see
This part is called twilight another evening gift quite free,
Just before the bright stars make holes in the sky above,
And the dying sun sends the last of her rays with love.
I went to bed that night and wrote those two words down,
And ever since that time evening never comes with a frown,
But I now look for the gloaming and the twilight so dear,
And I feel that a little bit of heaven is often very near.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 December 2005