Transition

I see the sun lowering
in the the western sky.
Heat of day now 
cooling into night.

I hear the cooing 
of the mourning dove.
The gentle sounds 
on soft still winds.

I feel the wind 
gently blowing my hair 
across my face
as night settles in.

Dusk to dawn, then
Dawn to dusk.
Life in motion.
Life in transition.





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