Cheryl is a published poet who has won several awards for her work. She enjoys writing prose related to the glory of nature
The sun is just below the horizon
It's rays scattered through the atmosphere
That blessed time of morning or evening
When the dusk or the dawn appears
An interval where light and darkness meet
Creating in the heavens magnificent hues
The western hemisphere glows orange-red
The eastern sky is indigo blue
The merging of darkness into the light
Tells a magnificent story
The blending of the night with the day
Is the twilight's own special glory.
© 2019 Cheryl E Preston
SARA from Islamabad on September 17, 2019:
Epic poem... You portray a fabulous picture of twilight.
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on September 15, 2019:
I love this poem, and the picture. Night meeting day is very magical and I love some of the sunrises/sunsets.
Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on September 15, 2019:
Those hours, one in the morning and another in the evening, is "the straight way with the narrow gate" the Christ admonished us to seek. If you look north and south in the very middle of that hour, or less, you see neither dark nor light and the shadows are so light until they are as if they are not there. At that point one recognizes the difference but it isn't enough for one to mention it therefore we should seek that medium in everything we tend to judge so we can see they both are required to make the whole. I hinted at that in my hub "Existence Explained Via Numbers."