Every dusk becomes evening, then night
long summer days fade, even as corner streetlights come on
as the last of bit of sun cuts through the trees
Every warm afternoon lead us toward Solstice,
the days are numbered and the evenings too
even those that seem to stretch on forever
The transition is gentle
because Dusk is for grown ups on porch swings and
kids running through the yard,
chasing each other with not yet holiday sparklers
Do you remember your Mom's request ?
Be back before dark?
home by dark, seemed like a simple thing
until we looked around to see dark was already