Dusk
Dusk
As the dusk summons twilight,
The sky deepens its colors.
It gathers the quiet as it demands an audience.
Transparently slow and thickening light,
Sends out a scented chill, so slight, and at will,
While the land below prepares for its darkness.
It's colors of golden, red, brown and yellow,
Submerge together in its mellow haze of lines,
And with its swift action diminishes the sun.
What beauty beholds us a gaze to its sight,
A magnificent artwork for a moment or time,
But it too shall pass with a blink of an eye.
For dusk will begrudge dawn,
With the passing hours of its shadow moon,
A partial absence of sight, I bid you a good night.
date of poem 24 July 2018
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