Glitch180's "New beginnings" watches the sky shift from day into evening and finds something hopeful in it. The images are mostly of color and light: golden dust, a blush from the sun, cotton candy clouds, rivers of molten gold. The sky slowly deepens from azure to cerulean, and the line between sky and earth softens until day and evening seem blended together.
The speaker comes across as calm and admiring, more an observer than a participant. Nothing dramatic happens. Sparrows glide, brooms rustle, and the light fades. The turn comes in the repeated line about darkness "revealing" first the new moon and then new light, which suggests that the end of the day isn't a loss but a doorway. That fits the title. The mood is gentle, warm, and settled, and the final line, "Peace in the hours of gloaming," sums it up: the poem wants us to slow down and find a quiet kind of renewal in twilight.