day, dusk, night

the Sun shall shine again with a glow of gold and

breath of warmth as the wind will become jealous,

blowing and swirling calling attention to itself despite

the sun’s prominence of yellow radiance and its warmth,

won’t be distracted by a cooling wind arriving with avarice

intent of a whirling and whistling breeze whispering, ‘I’m cool’

then dusk sneaks quietly in, arriving later than on a winter’s

day subtly waving at the Sun to go away and to rest, for it has,

thus, performed its diurnal duty on a lovely Spring day and as Its

dawning of the evening grey arrives, slowing terrestrials playing

asking Robins, Cardinals and Wrens to listen for nocturnal coos of

turtle doves as they praise their stay under starlight of a night sky

someday soon, through the grey and portentous of

the present disquiet, we will again begin our day with

elated spirit of wonderment and curiosity as to what the

day will once again bring, of how the heart shall feel when

the songbird shall raise its voice and lift our morning spirits

when dawn arrives, again rising with the sun and life’s verve