Prior to the sun's daily trip,
circumnavigating the globe;
There is an hour or so
when the suns rays, prelude,
its massive glowing body.
This pre-dawn, phenomenon,
the twilight, the gloaming.
When the nocturnal life
prepares for a day of rest,
and the early critters, rise,
along side their human counterparts.
Precipitation begins to build,
as the suns warm gleam embraces
the dark nights air. Coffee pots,
begin to percolate. Children,
hear the soft beckon of their
parents telling them to rise,
from candy painted dreams.
Some hours of the gloaming,
are accompanied by thick fog.
Then there are the hours of twilight,
where the moon rests alone, in
a deep blue atmosphere, simply
titled the Blue Hour.
Transition, Change, Creation, Destruction, Life, Death
The absolute truth, a promise for a new day.