Birth of Night

On certain days,
sunset with vibrant blaze
bleeds all color from the earth.

From this lack of tone,
turning ultimately to black,
comes the birth of night.

Night of subtle shades and shadow,
no hues, only degrees of darkness.
Night of brilliant stars

whose light is bright,
but too far to illuminate.
Moonlight, reflected glow

not from within,
cannot bring the color back,
even with full face shining.

Then as always, sun rises,
not gone for long, and with it
returns possibility of color.

Birds wake and sing their songs
of living life, and I am grateful
for one more chance to choose.

From As Easy as Breathing

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