Encore

Encore Shadows kiss a world almost finished with night, shifting in a slow pool of inky fingerprints Faint rustles stir, not quite seen - murmurs, not quite heard A slow drip of light eases onto the world, washing away bits of a night ready to retire to its bed Night wind is tucked away for now, as breezes of a new day congregate Sun's broad, bright-painted fingers pull it up until it can peek into the day, measuring and planning its stay Realizing it is now in charge day pulls pink threads into a tether A drama queen, the sun stages a reflective revue waiting for its applause Smells of living radiate as sleeping creatures rouse themselves into a living tableau Though day comes after day in a dazzle of time, twirling, each day is brand-new and full of hope