Below a western horizon

The sun yields to its setting

Causing the moon to flare up

Like a welcoming dream

Gradually adjusting the air

From ice blue to indigo

The attraction is compelling

Like the fall of autumn!

I capture forty winks

During midnight hours

Like a nocturnal creature

Coming up as the sunrise

Above an eastern horizon

Awaking to daybreak

To watch the morning dew

Purify earth’s scenic beauty

With hopes of writing a poem

With the flavor of creativity

My coffee throttle

From fresh-ground beans

Generating a stimulating effect

That begins daily activity

My thoughts…

Look back on the past

Trying to make sense

Of the present

While framing a solid future

And as the sun yields to darkness

I lay down with midnight

Like a nocturnal creature

Waiting for the sun to rise

Awaking to daybreak

All over again