The sunrise was invisible today.
The turnpike hills and bridges gave a view
Of streetlights - thousands - set against the gray
Of morning, that would never turn to blue.
The sky was also dark at eventide;
The sun, obscured as it had been at morning.
The night and day had shown no warmer side;
The two had given open, honest warning.
But in between commuting there and here,
The rain dispersed, and yielded up the street.
And though the sun would never once appear,
They idled through the hours on their feet,
Both talking just a little bit too fast,
Because they knew the daylight wouldn't last.
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Comments
Nice poem and sentiment.
Thank you dear friend ... thank you.
Algis, I don't get to see you here much. Thanks for coming by - and you're right, trilogy says the weather is the same where she is, too.
anna1, I do love walking and talking. It was a very pleasant day.
hugs, thanks for checking in. Stay tuned, I'm hoping for more.
Antoinette, yes that's a nice feeling once you can get to the warmth! We fortunately had very mild temperatures.
trilogy, if it was for me, and was for you, and was for Algis, it must have been indeed.
vanessa, you're right, especially up here, in the wintertime. Brr. Dark.
pastvoices, another vote for gray. Sounds like the entire western hemisphere. At least in the north.
Kate, thank you so much. And believe me, I feel honored that you are reading.
Thanks so much everyone. Goodnight!
sounds like there was still some glow to be felt/seen...