Poem Nº two
Changing of the Guard
The quiet night’s hold on the world slipping fast
Breaking apart, bit by bit, not at all
As summer gives way all at once to the fall
Until this moment is unlike the last
So too now the night just a thought of the past
For a moment it lingers, a sputter, a stall
The light pushes onward, removing night’s shawl
Citrine glow over hills paint a solar-streaked cast
“Let loose my warm shine and awaken the day!”
Shouts impetuous sun, overtaking the sky
“Arise from your bunks, leave your dreams and foul play!”
Rousing all souls with his luminous cry
Except for the few who through night toiled, may
Rest and sleep deep, the sun’s protest, decry