A Day Full Of Beauty Poem by chris littlejohm

Beauty comes three times
A day and commands three
Different forms, but in between
She can be found within the norm.

First at the start of day before
The sun begins to shine to
Bright, she assumes the form
Of our days earliest light

Then she comes again just
Before the night this time
You can find her hanging low
Upon the sky cloaked in many
Colors she inhabits the dying of the day

But do not fret, she's not gone
Yet for even beauty is found
In death, no more light from
Our great sun but beneath the sky
We see that we are just a million to one