I See the Magic

I see the magic at dawn,

Her rosy fingers gliding through the sky,

Gilded with peach and fuchsia and goldenrod,

Aurora’s magnificent essence rises,

Bringing a fresh new day.

I see the magic in the morning,

Pale yellow light in beams and rays,

Complimenting the greens, the browns, the reds,

Reaching downward to the Earth,

Greeting the life they sustain.

I see the magic at noon,

The brightest white light,

Inducing a fleeting lull,

A moment to reflect and plan before

The balance tips to a darker time.

I see the magic in afternoon,

Golden light filtering through the air,

Sifting through colors to reveal the richest tints,

Wrapping the land in its tender embrace

Before bidding its final farewell.

I see the magic at dusk

True orange and red-violet streak the sky,

A last bold burst of color

As Apollo finishes his journey,

And with one last sigh is gone.

I see the magic in night

Where twilight purple and midnight blue

Convene and weave themselves together,

Creating a net of soothing calm,

Leaving gaps for the moon and stars to shine.