Sleepy Caleb2
Evening is rapidly approaching.
The day’s storms retreat into the darkness.
Every fiber of life prepares for the night.
As the sleepiness spreads, peace returns.

The morning arrives suddenly.
The sleeping creatures wake to a fresh light.
Perfectly balanced, the earth spins slowly.

As the cycles continue, I become grateful.
The past is gone and I let it fade.

The future has not arrived, but I have no fear.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: dliban

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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