at the end of the year

All is quiet tonight, when the day that had begun gentle in its tenderness of sun is finally over, ending quietly the year that has been another brief, beautiful in its momentariness.

It is a slow walk to what is seen, in the heart's fearful, faithful eye, an inevitable end.  But how beautiful this slow walk is, that had begun as a run to the sun.  And now all is quiet tonight.  For another year of slow, beautiful walk to the seen unseen.