Kit Kelen #83 - invocation of Astraeus

83

crepuscular

(invocation of Astraeus)

on a day not even meant to be here

stray wisp of me and paranthetic

on the turntable let it be

Grieg or Dvořák

on such a day

dusk gets into everything

paddock and socks in the drawer

the same

comes through the trees golden

casts shadow of leaf

on weathered post

dusk is the stillness

where you have sat

the grazing goes on into it

you take the time to see

the tops were never greener than now

dusk in some yards

is everything finished

all the wished for won

that's when your view kicks in

and music pours across a fence

elsewhere there's listing what's to do

to be done

(lantana sighted on the way)

dusk is a habit of day

by this time

the ducks come for it

but never have it quite away

watch a clutch of feather scale a tree

wonder what bird is that (?)

some will make a thing of it

as if it were the first

you can trip at the end of dusk

or put glasses on

kooka sits and waits for a wire

I'm to write

mosquitoes live for it

an insect cone climbs to last sun

then the kitchen comes to light

keep a yellow bulb in doors

until lids let down

on the day

in the rejoicing

please all join in

we sleep to dream

and wake to play

draw the curtains

as tight as you like

it's just the same

with dawn