Day Begins
Feathered flecks of night
fling westward on sun-drawn shafts
Stars fade in teal wake
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Mid-Day
Cast across cobalt,
a silhouette snags the sun
a beat, then arcs west
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Day's End
Wings arrow sunward
piercing sapphire; bloody light
slowly sieves to stars
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Midnight
A constellation
huddles beside the still pond
Grey moon glides alone
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See also the illustrated version of this poem:
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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