Mystical Time of Day

      Mystical time of Day

Is it day, or is it night?
There is not yet morning light.
Is it night, or is it day?
All the sounds have gone away.

Shadows still across the land;
Isn’t time before dawn grand?
Winter’s breeze, crunch of old leaves,
As I walk with grateful ease.

Glancing up as clouds race by. 
Moon hidden by winter sky.
No sign of sun can I see.
Daylight not ready to be.

Dark are the streets where I tread.
Glad I chose to leave my bed.
What an opportunity,
To set pace of day to be.

Silence fills me with reverie
Allowing thoughts to take seed.
In my heart the memories grow.
Creative juice soon will flow.

Homeward bound ready to write.
Having watched the end of night.
Time moves on letting me know,
Once I hear the rooster's crow.

Witness to change of night to day.
Watched the darkness slip away.
Soon the sun will bring the glow.
One more day for me to grow.