Shadows grow long as the day begins its end to this
beautiful summer day, which had shown the
colors of morning at 5:30 am.
Orange and yellow so brilliant, it just seems annoying
now as we drive towards it on our
way to work each day.
No trace of that orange and yellow, just overwhelming
brightness as the day begins to play.
Light reflects from windshield to windshield, building
to building. Mirages appear on the road ahead, of
ponds and puddles as we navigate the swells in
the road as these obstacles appear.
As cars rush by, blue, yellow, red and green,
streaks of flattened color create the morning’s end.
A spectrum of color moves throughout the day as we
see glints of magic from our cubical through a
window across a walkway.
We sit and wonder, with one leg on our desk as we peer
through the window in awe.
As the day’s end begins, in the opposite direction we
drive, the colors are sharp and pure
gold, green, blue and white,
fade to black and the beginning of night.
http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 6:45 AM UTC
Shadows grow long as the day begins its end to this
beautiful summer day, which had shown the
colors of morning at 5:30 am.
Orange and yellow so brilliant, it just seems annoying
now as we drive towards it on our
way to work each day.
No trace of that orange and yellow, just overwhelming
brightness as the day begins to play.
Light reflects from windshield to windshield, building
to building. Mirages appear on the road ahead, of
ponds and puddles as we navigate the swells in
the road as these obstacles appear.
As cars rush by, blue, yellow, red and green,
streaks of flattened color create the morning’s end.
A spectrum of color moves throughout the day as we
see glints of magic from our cubical through a
window across a walkway.
We sit and wonder, with one leg on our desk as we peer
through the window in awe.
As the day’s end begins, in the opposite direction we
drive, the colors are sharp and pure
gold, green, blue and white,
fade to black and the beginning of night.
http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
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