Dance of the Day

By Bettina

Dark and still damp, with a chill
Dew drips without sound from leaves slowly feeling
…the night is ending.

Warmth begins from a distance,
Bringing light in slender rows, reaching touching
…the forest takes notice.

With sweet stillness, the trees,
Arch, leaves stretch from curled comfort
…the sun has returned.

Now hot dew trembles and melts.
The rush of heat floods through to all edges
…the dance of day begins

As passion lights in corners once dark
What were shadows of gray become green.
…the morning smiles.

And gazing up the smile is reflected
So time stills for a short eternity, til
…the breezes tug gently.

Watching life return to play
Forest and sun together give way, knowing
…the rest of night is near.

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