At this gloaming, I pause to reflect,

  as if holding, momentarily,  my soul's breath.

  Ruminating on the day's events,

  as night invites me 'neath her weil,

  cool and soothing  - I finally exhale. 

Yet my soul most responds

         to the dawn:

  The doves gently coo,

  just outside my window. 

  The light slowly advances....

  like a lover's touch

  it entrances 

  and calms me

  with it's tranquility...

It's good to see and know

 The Morning Star's first glow....

  neither rising quickly or slow...

  Taking it's own time, as royalty should...

As I gaze upon

this new dawn  -

Behold, it is good!

The air, cool and crisp,

I love days

  that begin like this!