For all Poets who celebrate World Poetry Day, each and every day in verse.

Still early; so early, in fact,
dawn hasn't broken.
Silence reigns the night except for
the prowling yowl of
a cat in the closer distance;
stars wink with secret knowledge of
poems in the dark;
and I sit at the computer,
with nocturnal thoughts ...
this is a lovely time to write.

Still early, but not as early;
the sky takes on light.
Silence is slowly replaced by
the Earth waking up,
to the alarm of a bird's song;
the sun nudges the
night aside and puts it to bed;
poems waiting to
be born emerge from my fingers ...
this is a lovely time to write.

Late in the day, the work is done;
the sky turns to dusk;
the silence grudgingly returns
to cover the Earth
with a blanket of pleasant dreams;
the moon stirs lovers
and Poets scribbling in the dark
with passionate words
of the beauty surrounding them ...
this is a lovely time to write.

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman.