Dusk

Dusk

There is symmetry in the day,

A rising,

Pulling up from the pillow,

Sun in your face,

Yellow beginnings,

Crisp and bright yellows,

Coffee on your mind,

Before feet touch the floor,

And, at the end of day,

Dusk,

Yellow endings, too,

Softer at the edges,

Hazy yellows,

Lazy yellows,

The sun seems tired,

Tuckered,

Settling,

Dawn to dusk,

Now, dusk to dawn,

One more yawn,

Pillowed,

Dreaming of a yellow beginning.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 31, 2014