On hot days, it's evening
when I open both doors. Cool air
floats inside, soothing my skin.
On days of rain and thunder,
bedtime’s best: I snuggle
indoors, warm and safe.
On busy days, the best time
is after dinner. I shrug off
duties, responsibilities; relax.
On lazy, self-indulgent days,
restored, I come alive at night
to dream or plan … in the nurturing dark.
Written for Poets and Storytellers United in response to Friday Writings #211: Write about the time of day you like best, and why. I have written a number of times already about my preference for the night hours, so I thought I'd look at the question differently. However ...