Another Day is Born

Even now it starts to steal

Up from the abstract brink

Where Time upon its obscure reel

Issues another wink

The frozen tree etched flawlessly

On back-drops of Unknown

Stands small in nature’s deity

Stripped of its gracious crown

The hush of deep-night slumbering

Fades now as duty’s feet

In rush of moment-numbering

Hastens into the street

The moon recedes into the west

As from the softened east

Flows mercy’s faithful promises

Compassion’s moment-feast

And where by night our song had died

It rekindles the morn

As out across the country-side

Another day is born

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: Birth Poem.
(I had a little chuckle because I wrote this poem and the one above it before I checked out the prompt. 'That was easy,' I laughed as I saw the topic:)