Birth of the day
With pale yellow fingers
Touch nightshade that lingers.
Awake me.

Cool morning childhood
With sun bright as laughter
For gold memories after.
Delight me.

Zenith of day
Consume me with passion
To melt forge and fashion.
Inflame me.

Flame so majestic
Less heat in declining
Yet still brightly shining.
Inspire me.

Cool evening shadows
Come soothe me with twilight
Then star-led to midnight.
Reclaim me.

— Lois Giorgis, Conway Writers Group