Between Dawn and Night

I never thought much about
the color of the robin.
That burnt orange abreast
speaks of morning dawn
and how many sunsets
as they fade away
into end of days twilight,
where the worm hides itself
at night till grasped by beak
and break of light
is pulled from the earth, soiled,
and in one gulp swallowed whole,
down into that great and
bulging orange abreast abysmal,
that the robin might sing
triumphant, to lay its eggs to bear
the color of the sky, has it not stolen?
This blue, between dawn and night.

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One thought on “Between Dawn and Night

  1. jimibodansko says:

    blue and black are partners of change in which time reveals every sunrise as well as sunset to remind us all of the potential inevitable ….

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