A shawl of night
wraps around me
in which I sleep until
the day star nudges
darkness away.
First comes pink, gold, then
the sudden brilliant thrust
of greens and blues over the
morning landscape Of our
planet, Earth.
Forests, meadows and lakes
sing one to the other
‘til shadow quiets their song.
The shawl of night
wraps me in
dark tenderness.
The night star glistens.
– Carole W. Trickett June 2013
