Encore
Encore
Shadows kiss a world
almost finished with night,
shifting in a slow pool
of inky fingerprints
Faint rustles stir,
not quite seen -
murmurs, not quite heard
A slow drip of light eases
onto the world, washing
away bits of a night
ready to retire to its bed
Night wind is tucked
away for now, as breezes
of a new day congregate
Sun's broad, bright-painted
fingers pull it up until
it can peek into the day,
measuring and planning
its stay
Realizing it is now in charge
day pulls pink threads
into a tether
A drama queen, the sun stages
a reflective revue waiting
for its applause
Smells of living radiate
as sleeping creatures
rouse themselves into
a living tableau
Though day comes after day
in a dazzle of time, twirling,
each day is brand-new
and full of hope
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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