birds nest, the light fades

dusk yawns, and the moon

peeks early

*

the sun objects and tries to sing

one last line as darkness drapes

its diamond-studded satin sheet

against the dreamy blue sky

the day is gone, done trying

*

birds rest, convinced tomorrow

the earth will once again

open wide to provide its morning meal and

the sun, while he slumbers now,

will return in time to give the blessing

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.