Progression of Daytime

In morning time,

the sun shredded the clouds,

and the shredding clouds

favored the moon,

and the favored moon

bowed to the dawn,

and the curtsied dawn

waited for light,

and the progression of daytime

ushered nighttime,

...hurried.

And the stars again

opened twilight,

and the twilight wept

for the shadowed clouds,

and the shadowed clouds

pined for the moon,

and the cloudy moon whined for the wolves,

and the restless wolves hunted for prey,

...relentless.

and the prey slept

while the eagles stirred,

and the tired moon

lowered for dawn;

the chirping ceased

and the stirring stopped.

A softened daytime cushioned darkness. And morning time

cracked nighttime.

Again.

Angela McMullen is a freelance writer who lives and writes in maritime Nova Scotia, where she is inspired by the rhythm of the Bay of Fundy tides, the pulse of long-standing forests, the expansive fields of the Annapolis Valley, the backdrop of North and South mountain ranges, and the distinction of the four seasons. www.forestwriting.com