A Poet's Day

In early morning, a poet writes. One with the dawning. While the morning sun lights the land, all earth wakes up yawning. And as the sun climbs the sky, poems live in the poet's eye. Daylight is diminishing. The Poet is finishing. Endings come, and the day is done. That's what we think! But, still, we wake up in the night. The muse turns on and off our light. Thoughts come and go inside the head. We're still not ready for sleep and bed!