Change.
Growls Dark
when pale glow approaches young dawn
who yawning
bows to Heaven\'s law and edging forward
woken light
climbs down the morning\'s cold slide.
Light parts
misty fingers that dart first beam-spread
and widen
to shards which shatter ebony\'s battle
then displays
victor\'s scars to virginal day.
Day starts
when night bends to release last force
and weakly
as sated jaws close to more challenge black
cloud bellows
and sinks as it bursts, effort spent.
Night barks
his goodbyes then complaining no more
skulks away
so ruthless Old Sol can lead royal reign
and arrive
in state as change paints new on sky.