Ode to Morning

breaks upon

with tresses
still unblown,

with flood of
stillness' air
warming
motions the everywhere,

there
angelical repose
bringing all Th'Visions

close

while
diabolical Decay
ushers in
th'One More Day

b:

Ode to Evening

brings along
sweet & sad & golden

Song!

willing hours
& pleasing flowers,

fingers
lifting cloudy veils
like spiders webs
from distant trails

a sunset
like a crumbling throne
crowned by Thunderhead

ripped, torn, & blown
apart:     

   Downed

high above The Setting Eye

sinking a prismic cry