I grow sad when I
Close the blinds each time
At the close of day
Like I’m closing out
The possibility of
Sunshine and outdoors
It comes with winter
And passes in a moment
But each day occurs
It’s funny because
I love the evening time
Just as much as day
Settling in for
Cocooning in my home to
Rest, relax, recharge
But the next day when
I open the blinds to sun
It buoys me again
The cycle repeats
I let in and block the sun
Dawn and dusk each day
