God's beauty shows in everything we see
Dusk comes and brings with it the end of a day; bringing us home to our hearths lest we stray.
Letting the moon trickle thin streams of light, it brings us together on every cold night.
Dusk covers our world with a blanket of darkness, to await a new dawn with it's glory and brightness.
And wonderous, as all God's creations are; it will always be with us, never too far.
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|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|You have done an excellent job here with the flow and rhyme not to mention the picture you paint. I thoroughly enjoyed this.|
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
This poem is so true. Dusk can be a blessing or a curse. I am usually a morning person, though, so I appreciate that dusk and nightfall will fade quickly and I will, yet again, be refreshed and ready to tackle the world.
Thanks! I loved the rhyming in this poem.
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Insightful word Glen I trust I'll read more soon, blessings, Holly|