Transition

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn
–
last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life