These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

At Dusk

Squirrels are jumping o'er the ground,
proclaiming food has now been found.
Daily hope in them abound
e'er night will blanket all.

Orange hues now paint the sides
of buildings as sun slowly slides
'neath horizon lines as lighting tides
in nighttime's tender call.

Daffodiles salute the world
with orange, yellow, white unfurled.
Their beauty makes the heart be twirled
as pansies do attend.

The night, it comes as arbiter
of light's effect, until it's blur
thus questions hope, until we're sure,
that sun will rise, again.

by Jay O'Toole
on February 26th, 2021