Dusk and dawn
Mystical transformation
Darkness to light
Stimulates the imagination
A moment of awakening
The subconscious mind
Lost between the layers
Of colorful time
Butterflies are born
When the color tics
No longer needed
Transforms in the mist
Life is change
A kaleidoscope
A metamorphic antidote
The quietest moments of the day
Are when time and color
Come out to play
Alive and vibrant
Riding toward the horizon
Sun-kissed wings
Clouds a-blazon
Colors slowly begin to fade
The suns flame, put out for the night
Fireflies appear
Nature’s nightlight
Time for a new cycle to start
As the color dies
And the sky turns dark
Renee Robinson
