November Dusk Ditty

Tomorrow’s troubles can wait(I’ve learned they always do)Let’s linger at time’s phantom gateWhile dusk deepens its blueAnd snuffs away the viewUntil all we can seeIs someone in the window staringBack at you and me Leave morrow’s sorrows beToday has quite enoughTo wrangle into poetryOf hope and hurt and loveOf blush and bronze and mauveLike colors on a trayThat fell beneath the velvet veil thatBrushed the world away © Janet Martin