A tritina for a wonderful day!
On the right side of the moon the darkness falls,
the left, a goddess smile of echoed light
born on wings of owl and fluted song.
Starlight glitters, night leaves, while the song
of brown birds charms, whatever else befalls
this world of feathers soft and silver light.
Morning fills the sky with golden light,
sunrise whispers silver streams of song,
winding twisted tresses where it falls.
Feathered moon falls, light and gentle as a whispered song.