Barbara Peckham Poet Free verse

Dusk

Lightly, almost imperceptibly,
dusk quiets and stills the day.

The brightness and youth
of morning vibrates with
exciting expectations
of unknown adventures
waiting to be discovered,
a reaching-out for the new,
the yet-to-be understood, 
surpassing the mind’s compass,
the boundaries and limits
of comprehension and imposition.

Time passes, a transmutation 
occurs, barely noticed.
The heat of the mid-day sun
exposes newly-discovered
experiences and passions
that subsume all days
with the present, the now, 
nothing more, nothing less,
in a momentary phase,
narcissism, an island in the sun.

In time, the sun loses its heat.
We breathe air cooled with a stir
of late afternoon breeze that
tempers passions and desires
and leads to a calmness of mind
with faint birdsong, the music
of rustling leaves and grasses,
and a contentment born of
experience, age, and wisdom
and the beauty of the evening. 

In the end dusk slips over the day
lightly, almost imperceptibly.

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