Dark sky . . . lightening to gray
The sun will be rising soon
Anticipation; a brand new day
While clouds give chase to the moon
The sky now blue, the clouds erased
Wind casts the magic spell of life
Grass swaying with a simple grace
Innocent of any impending strife
Heat of the day, sun in full bloom
Dancing through the tasks at hand
Plans and goals, making room
Time, a plaything, without demand
Cooler now as the sun descends
Hectic activity while there’s still light
Frantically tugging and tying loose ends
While preparing for the implacable night
Grey sky . . . darkening to black
No time left, what was, has been
Darkness reigns, the day has passed
Will it ever be . . . So perfect . . . again? |
