Night Cloak
Each night sheds its cloak
morning sun rises
touching the tree tops
slow and steady easing forth.
it drapes the earth
soft and warm with light
slipping out of transient shadows
short and solemn on the dew.
Budding late bloom morning glories
trumpet in the new day
cobalt blue opening wide
stretching high to touch the day.
Two dozen trumpeteers
calling and tantalizing the wind
for a gentle swaying waltz
in the dance to bid goodbye to spring life.
The sycamores shaded grays peel
bent twisted regalia of sticky balls
folding dry brittle falling star leaves.
All the landscape awakes
to warmth and light groggy with sleep
basking in the morning cool
ready to greet October days.
The seasonal changing of the guard
wafting autumn in the air
fading blue azure skies to gray white
fall puts on the cloak of winter's cold night.
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