Morning, Noon, and Night, Delight

Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by Imagine those coils; Delilah had come to nip Night looked on, swelled with pride remorse would rise God of heaven and earth knew Minerva could be healed. Nothing moves miraculously as the Almighty Once she could hear her own obsequy; such living dead Out on paths of ruin, Minerva ran and ran Noon's scorcher, and blizzard, and torrents knew she'd show. Night was of rain and song; of mind cruise to Caribbean hometown Ideally, one sky light, alone time, and quietude was craved God of her mother spoke nothing into something Head lights once broken, beamed, then glowed That spring; the new millennium sprung fresh light, water, air, and fire. *