Shadow Of The Day

In the shadow of the day,
the night rolls in,
the sweet creatures retreat to their nests,
blooms tender petals fold,
time for nature to rest.

The mysterious moon appears,
unveiling the beauty of the midnight sky,
stars shining bright,
up so high.

The tranquility,
like the smell of sweet perfume.
Flirting with the darkness.
Dancing with the moon.

Nature wakes to the rising sun,
the birds will chirp,
flowers will dance,
the critters will play.

Until the night rolls in,
and the moon appears,
in the shadow of the day.

Jana.
Poetry 2024

In memory of my dad….

photo: Arizona Foothills Magazine