Blues, reds and oranges imbue
Semi-dark, yet semi-light skies
Trying to make sense of the deep hues
As I wake with slowly opening eyes

Is it dusk or is it dawn now? For the moment I wonder

Here in this cabin far away from the City
I have naught around that can give a clue
Nature surrounds and its sounds are pretty
But not enough for me to put a time frame to

Laying there in the summer warmth I let my mind wander

Does it really matter I think with the mildest chagrin
As I feel your touch in the not yet day-not yet night
And just like that sparking an emerging fire within
Time no longer a concern in the stillness of twilight

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National Poetry Month – Day 18