NIGHT and DAY

Sunset at the cabin August 2002

                    NIGHT & DAY

The sun slowly slips behind the mountain

And the night birds start to sing.

I sit on my deck and wonder

What will the next morning bring?

In the distance I hear a coyote start to wail,

And a deer runs past the cabin woodpile.

And I think to myself what a wonderful tale

I could tell, with a great big smile.

Soon all the light was gone and the sky was black as ink,

With hundreds of stars peeking out above.

And I smiled to myself as I started to think

Our Father created this for us, with his love.

What is out there in the dark, I thought to myself?

The aspens that shimmered are now still.

Is that noise in the dark a bear or a deer?

Is it something to love or something to fear?

I thought to myself what a difference there is

Between the day and the inky black night.

What is out in the dark that we can hear

That causes us to tremble with fright?

So I shut all the doors and turn out the lights

And pull up the covers for another night.

I dream of the beauty that the morning will bring,

And in just a short time the birds start to sing.

And the cycle from evening to morning is over.

I look out the window at bees on the clover,

And see a beautiful hawk sitting there in a tree

Perhaps just to give joy to you and to me.

And the day starts anew and I yawn and I sneeze,

And the wind ruffles the leaves on the aspen trees.

A deer runs on past the cabin woodpile

And I start a new day with a great big old smile.

W.R. Baldwin

While at the cabin in August 2002