Just after sunset,
while the sky still glows
stark colors diminish,
shadows disappear,
textures soften,
once distinct shapes
huddle and merge,
gentle breeze subsides,
and warmth of day
sets forth to dissipate.
Magic time is ended.
Yes, the end has been spectacular
with threads from all direction
elongating, darkening,
bursting into flame on end
or all along one side,
while white fluff clouds
turn yellow, then orange,
and finally flame to crimson,
all against a sky, once pale,
turned deep and vibrant,
fading at last
to soft indigo
and gypsum.
This day has surely spoken:
“Now is never here to stay.”
True, transitions can be harsh,
unsettlingly, abrupt,
but sometimes they do
descend upon us gently,
post attention grabbing
celebrations of light
and sound and smell.
And so, within enshrouding darkness,
with less assault upon the senses,
we begin to sort the day’s occurrence,
perhaps to fume and fuss,
or maybe smile to think
perhaps not all is pride
and callused efforts
to serve thy selfish self.
As slumber comes to us,
our brains may ask and wonder:
what might the next day bring?
We cannot know for sure,
so very little’s left to us.
We can only mix and match,
from possibilities
of which we are aware.
Perhaps, in dreams
we’ll test their weight
and savor tastes
we’ll want to share.
And when we reawaken,
dawn will bring on fresh transition,
a chance to set a new direction.
What was good must be protected.
What’s gone wrong must be corrected.
And something new must be added, too.
Not just for us,
but others, too.
Not something grand and big,
just plain and good will do,
a nice addition to the day.
for all arrived,
for all to come.
All in hopes that good will grow
as magic born of inspiration sewn.
Fade now the light.
This day is gone.
Bring on the night.
In dreams, in lovely dreams,
our days anew will brew.
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Friday, March 2nd, 2018
Julian
CA
USA
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