Upon the rising of the sun
The moon was pockected away
With no more than a shimmer goodbye.
In the tawny golden rays
The stars winked out
With a sparkling glance.
The crickets quieted
Wild eyes unglowed
The wind whispered a longing prayer
Bubbling peace and life to nooning dwellers.
Mountains rose from seas of ink
Ocean crests grew waves below
Wise owl stopped his warbling note
And tucked behind the shadowed bark.
Lone grasses were etched
From a sunlite hand
Whose mouth blew clouds to nomadic life.
Howles halted
Cooings began
In this neverending circle of death and birth.