When Dawn and Dusk met over a cup of coffee…
Dawn was brightly dressed in shades of ochre and vermilion.
Dusk had earthy hues and blazing red in its garb.

Dawn was bubbling in anticipation…chirpy and full of zeal.
Dusk in contrast was calm and poised
…practising the pause.

Hope shone in the eyes of Dawn
while peace breathed in and out of Dusk.

Energetic and fresh, Dawn lifted the cup,
And Dusk poured in experiences of the day.

Zestful dawn wouldn’t stop talking …
And Dusk listened quietly…comfortingly.

In my garden, I watched them come and I saw them go
Both made my leaves shine, that much I know
Comforted and relaxed I admired them both.
The rise is charming, I thought…and the fall is beautiful too…where there is dawn there is dusk too…both inevitable …both part and parcel of life.
Both will come and both will go.
They make us shine that much I know..