I lie soundlessly

cradled in the peace,

waiting for

the first breath of day,

basking in

the dusky night sky,

inhaling the breeze

caressing dawn,

moon fading

to daybreak,

clouds parting

to allow the blink

of sunrise.

The day peeks

with first blush

in shy whispers.

I feel naked

in the revelation

that I am alone

but not lonely.

Infancy of new day

tiptoes softly

into my soul,

bathing me

in cottony light –

embodiment

of rebirth of life.

#Challenge #TimeOfDay #FirstBlush

Moonlight drains the world’s colors

Inky stelliferous space

Darkness making the perfect cloak

Nocturnal animals come out to hunt and play

In cities, all the lights shine bright

Ghosts and spirits are seen now at the witching hour

Hungry students studying, look for a snack

The clocks all chiming twelve

After a bleak and rainy night,

the dawn has birthed another day.

I sense the morning’s growing light,

then grabbing air… up, up, away…

it’s time to spread my wings in flight!

The world awaits, I will not stay;

all caution to the wind I’ve thrown.

to soar the heights, free and alone.

Nothing has ever felt so right!

Upon the breeze I dip and play.

Above the clouds, the sky is bright

while far below, still somewhat gray,

the rainfall stops. Now comes the sight

of sunshine breaking nighttime’s sway.

As thunder mumbles one last groan,

the land once more by day is owned.

Flapping my wings with all my might,

the fields and streams below me lay.

I drift and float, a stringless kite

to ride the currents come what may.

Freedom hard won, I hold it tight

and wait out nighttime storms. You say

for doubt and fear I must atone?

Ha! With the dawn, you’ll find I’ve flown.

cold pavement dying fire

distant screams tears of joy quiet talking

headlights beaming car motor oven whirrs

plates and napkins forks and knives death and life

talk of nothing repeating forever never

homework dishes soft rain crashes

blinding sunset purple clouds

deafening silence

silence from the moon lovers

quiet anticipation from the sun seekers

stillness wraps itself around bodies

steadying souls in the calm

the brilliant are dulled but not damaged

maybe numb maybe tired maybe self-possessed

storms of minds reduced to mere drizzles

thoughts stomped out by peace

for just a moment the journey pauses

for just a moment this is all there is

The rustle of leaves

Of the winds of ten o'three.

Stars blink in the vast Nebraskan skies

In a place of corn, a look up can make you cry.

Nyx looks down, lulling you to sleep

Nights the best time to think deep.

crickets play their songs

Chirp, Chirp Chirp, Chirp

Since you've seen these skies, it's been a yearlong.

Wildgrass pulls you down, it's time to sleep.

one, two three, count the sheep.

You don't want to sleep,

You beg, cry and plea

The last thing you see is eleven fifty-three

The tinkling dew of

Sunshine glory

Welcomes the shine

Of first light, rosy

Crafting the hues

that color the world around us.

Dawn is that time when

the sky becomes a painter’s palette,

and light becomes a pigment.

Blinks red

taunting me

two hours and twenty four minutes

to sleep

if I fell asleep

right now

but

right now

is now

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