I love days when sun and moon
play together overhead,
when the moon is a slice
of whipped cream pie
while the sun is a blanket we
feel but acknowledge only
from the edges of our eyes.
I am a morning person, grabbing
every sunbeam and moon pie, holding
on for more and more and more
of that. Every morning
outrunning the wolf of night, leaving
him slinking to his lair.
This is my ritual - struggling through
the dark, reveling in the light.
Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.