The day is disappearing,
she’s off to meet the night
where she will share with darkness
the present that is light,
like sunrise, sparkling oceans,
the middle of July,
the oak tree and the blue jay,
the hopscotch butterfly.
The day is disappearing
as light begins to fade,
the night-time’s tinsel treasures
are ready to parade:
the helicopter fireflies
and bats in cloak-like flight,
the comets, stars and planets,
the grotto of the night.
So let us praise the noon-shine
and celebrate the night.
The diamanté darkness
and the dancing light.
Stewart Henderson