Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV

I watch as in the darkening light
The day comes to a close.
But hear the falling of the night
When life’s song is transposed.
Bare branches rest against the sky
In stark lines growing thin,
As day turns once more to night,
Streaked dark blue sky grows dim.
All creatures caught in daylight’s fade
Create a raucous noisy din-
Oh no! Dark coldness now creeps in;
Life’s song is transposed-silence again.

tuc 12/28/2015