Wearing the Light of Day

Dawn you wear a translucent gown,
A scarf of wind, a shawl of dew.
Mid-morning turns the gown to gold,
The wind is hot, the day grows old.

Mid-day your dress explodes in yellows, reds and blues,
And millions of other resplendent hues,
Colors for which we have no name,
For their existence is so fleeting.

After noon your clothing turns to grey,
Highlighted by colors from the sun’s fading rays.
Evening time, cold, brittle light,
Blanket yourself with sable night.