Jays scrapbook blue
Between cloud feathers
Of sky...
No rain promises kept.
Sun's morning has
Indented night a tad
Drastic...and sculpted
It into a Day...shadows
Peek-a-Boo evolutionary
Heroes...trees, buttercups,
Cats, me, you...
And, finding our sunlit dome
Pleasant...we tuck it into a
Pocket, like a prized marble...
Knowing, that after supper,
We'll place it on Night's
Satin sheets.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-to-night-marbles/
