At Dusk, At Dawn, This Morning's Sky

At Dusk

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The sun, longing for a rest,

pulls a blanket to its chest

and sinks slowly through the West.

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The blanket slides above its eyes…

and from the eaves a first bat flies

as bedrooms ring with lullabies.

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A first night owl begins to sing,

the brightest stars start twinkling

and shadows ooze from everything.

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At Dawn

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Early morning shadows

of grass upon grass...

I wish this would last

a little longer.

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This Morning's Sky

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There. A line of birds

is stitched into the fabric

of this morning's sky.