Blue and Brusque

 I'm cooking supper and watching dusk steal ever bluer across the day...gone the glistening sweep of dawn

Brusque breeze intensifies the blue

Begging to brush this day from view

I watch, reluctant to release

This ‘little bit ‘o heaven’ piece

But Time has no regard for hearts

And treats as equal all her parts

She tugs the child from daddy’s knee

And tosses wild and merrily

A mother’s love; hold and let go

Like evening steals across the snow

She reaches with subtle blue kiss

Tucking to naught, this thing that is

A pessimist dies every day

I could not bear to live that way

So I will suffer her romance

Reach for her arms each dawn and dance

Before she winks, coaxing the dusk

To stir its breezes, blue and brusque

© Janet Martin