Dusk's Beatitude...

 The red-winged black-birds have returned to their summer-sanctuary, though it is still ice-encased. This bog was a master-piece, showcasing God's handiwork as the sun, soft and soundless slipped from sunset into sunrise somewhere on the other side of the world...

Now day lowers its bars

The rush of it subdued

Where Time's brush, flushed with stars

Dabs dusk's beatitude

...and what we didn't know

Where morning's gilded gong

Awoke Time's forward-flow

Well, God knew all along

Its mystery laid bare

This 'almost yesterday'

Is sealed from touch, save where

Nothing but thought can stray

Here on dusk's brink where pink

To gold, to blue runs rife

It causes one to think

About the wink called Life

Janet~

This is sort of a sequel to this morning's post...and yes, dusk can testify to a few jobs completed including a re-finished desk:) sort-of...I think, after looking at it in pictures I'm going to tone it down a bit...I'm sort of mourning the fact that I covered that beautiful wood with this!!