I think dusk becomes you,
With darkening roads and signs,
A sharpened horizon
Contrasts with your pale confines
Of dimmed observation.
My traffic and focus,
Which dutifully holds my heed,
Succumbs now to beauty
Of sundown and clouds that precede
Brown sky after sunlight,
You've paled from your brilliant day,
But yet to elapse
In noble attempts to delay
Your cold transformation.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.