Day is Day and Night is Night

The day is white bright winter sunshine
coats on, scarves many coloured,
the zenith is the warmest
The night is black dark moonless cloud
duvet tight, pillows many and soft,
the nadir is the coldest

Between the lark and the owl climbs and falls
the sunrise and the dusk
renewal and death, the median of un-wanted-ness

Weeks, months, years, decades time rolls on
suddenly it is half a century and counting
Mother Earth clasping her kith to her breast
I am still struck with awe
each moment passing
healthy, happy, and grateful to live,
to be alive!

Day is day and night is night
Sleep sweet lovers eye shut tight
Wake in the embrace of carnal love
Around and below, within and above
Between the owl and lark who sing
Of impermanent dreams
Of the Sun and the Moon
Twins to the end of time
Never forget, never losing sight
Day is day and night is night

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Keep On Keepin’ On

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Trevor Maynard (1963) was born in Southend-on-Sea, Essex, England. He is the editor of The Poetic Bond series including THE POETIC BOND, THE POETIC BOND II, THE POETIC BOND III and THE POETIC BOND IV. Trevor's new poetry collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON is now available. He read Theatre Studies and Dramatic Art at Royal Holloway College and has worked for ten years in the theater, writing, directing and producing. Trevor is married to Jo and has four kids, six grandchildren, as well as a cat. Other works include FOUR TRUTHS (2010), a collection of four one act plays, and two single plays, GLASS and FROM PILLOW TO POST.
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Sahana
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The poem is captures the beauty of day and night so well at the same time, words bring images as if we were there right there, Great work, keep it up!

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