Day is done

The heaven’s kaleidoscope windows open to cover the blue

The calliope sings the night song in an ageless tune

Peacocks pay twilights ransom of rich pastel hues

That firefly the indigo with wishes star bright true

A moon-shaped chariot praises ascension of flight

With borrowed provision to illuminate the night

As the wolf lifts her head, her howling pack meal tight

Her prey within her grasp, her children in her sight

The night witch heeds the turning wheel spinet

By earth, by air, by fire, air, spirit

She stirs her wares, skyclad she dances within it.

Satisfied she ties off her charms without intent to rescind it!