Reflections of the Day

Times of Day...

I sit and watch the evening sun,
As it sinks into the west.
And I always say, "This time of day",
Is the one that I like best!

But then I see the starry sky,
When the moon makes shadows creep.
And I say to myself, "No this is best",
As I drift into peaceful sleep.

Then morning comes, and I stand in awe,
As the moon gives way to sun.
And then I think that I was wrong.
This time is the very best one.

But at noon when the sun is high
And the shadows very small,
I tell myself I was wrong again.
This time is the best of all.

Afternoon shadows creep into the east,
As the sun makes its way to the west.
And then I know I cannot choose,
All times of the day are best.

Day Break

The earth is still, the moon is low,
A lonely night bird trills.
And in the east, the dawning light
Outlines the trees and hills.
A squirrle chirps, a robin sings,
A golden light shines down.
And through the pines I see a deer,
All speckled white and brown...

The End of Day

The sun goes down in a scarlet rush.
The land is quiet and still.
The birds and squirrels have disappeared,
And the moon peeks over the hill.

Night birds call in a mournful cry,
An owl hoots from a tree.
And Darkness creeps on pussycat feet,
And covers the land and sea...

Evening

The setting sun streaks the sky.
The air is cool and still.
And in the gathering darkeness,
I hear a whipoorwill.

He'll keep on calling through the night.
His song is loud and clear.
But soon enough he'll fly away,
And come again next year.