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