I wrote more than one poem
For time was in my pen.
It seemed, just as I finished one,
Another would begin.

Before I lose this moment,
At sunrise,
I take my pen in hand
To capture it for you,
To hold for you the splendor
Of the still, calm glory -
Darkness into light.

Before I lose this moment,
At twilight,
I take my pen in hand
To capture it for you,
To share with you the secrets
Of dusky scents once heavy,
Now fading into night.