Dusk

The hours of the day have lingered on

Like Midwest guests unwilling to depart

Until the reason for their going's gone

And all the salutations must restart.

The sky has blazed and faded to a glow

Just barely visible against the dark;

The sun, like us, does not desire to go

And hides itself in the horizon's park.

The moon has risen, but would not be rude

And so will wait until the sun has flown;

Though it is early, it will not intrude--

But once it comes, its glory is its own.

The night that we await will be divine

But day has readied us for something fine.