Bedtime Ritual

summer sunset

 

Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée,

Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray;

Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light,

Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight.

Falling Asleep

frosted leaves

Turn the lights down low, my love,

And tuck me into bed;

Frost has woven wintry spells

To crown my sleepy head.

Snowy blankets settle soft

To cover drowsy toes;

Hibernation croons its song

While frozen dreamscapes doze.

 

Go to Sleep, My Son

Go to sleep, my son,

the cold has come to stay;

dream your dreams of springtime sun

while winter has its sway.

Drift to lands of warmth and grace

while tucked in cosy bed;

my roots will hold your heart in place,

so rest your weary head.

Summer Evening

Day in dying, blows her kisses,

Tucks us in with bedtime wishes,

Bids adieu with winking gaze,

Turns the switch to dim sun’s rays.

All is still in this domain,

Evening croons her sweet refrain,

Holds her breath, expectant sprite,

Bows in  prayer, and says goodnight.