Day

• Anthony Creati, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2005

As the day begins and concludes
With yellow and red moist sky
In the middle of two stages
The wind comes and goes
Flying in air directions
The feeling of water around you
Calm with weak currents
But changes to choppy and rough as the boat breezes through.
When evening comes there are old and new
Smells running through the air: cold and barbequed
New colours are formed: purple bruised sky
New tastes acknowledged: biscuits and tea
As the night comes
The darkness is consumed
And new rays of light are found
Yet old ones stay still.